Good-byes are painful in Monteton. Generally, we just say “see you next year” so that we can get through it. No crying from me. But after the tiredness of a four-hour train ride to the next city, the sound of a jazz guitar duo in the streets of Montpellier got me little teary. I found a sweet little restaurant that gave me the best view of the concert, and took my time eating, listening, and watching the little paper hearts that were scattered over the patio blow in the wind.
The concert took place here
Top photo: Not the concert, but you get the idea
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