I take a lot of pictures of the sea here. Some of them might be good, some not. But they're just the sea. They don't really say "France", or tell you about where I'm living, or illustrate the strangeness of a life here that's so different than the life that came before. It's the hardest thing to tell about because it's the most the same. You have the same thing wherever you are. It doesn't have to be the sea.
You have a sky and a moon and a tree or a cactus, a river, rain falling from the sky, or snow, and they're all as good as it gets.
I love this city, it is different and beautiful and usually so interesting. The cheese is good and the buildings are amazing. The streets are lively and full. There's music and history and pastry and the days go by very fast here.
But the sea, crashing into the rocks and the tiny stones of the shore, turns out to be the best part.
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