I was lucky enough to squeeze in one last trip to Aix-en-Provence before leaving France. We had to pick up my brother at the TGV station there so we decided to stop by for one final whip around the charming city.
Up until that Tuesday, the weather had been glorious; a beautiful sun had blared in the the sky making it warm enough to sit outside even though it was only February. I thought that if the weather stayed so lovely for my goodbye to Aix, I'd be a lucky duck indeed.
As we arrived at the TGV station and made our way to the platform, the temperature dropped and grey clouds covered the sun as a cold wind whooshed. The weather went from being on the brink of spring, to dreary winter in a heartbeat. Oh well, I never had seen Aix under a grey sky before, and you know what, it's still every bit as beautiful. (Although cold, grey weather isn't exactly conducive to sipping Rosé outside... drats!)
Oh Aix! I don't even know what to say, I'm going to miss you so much, so very much. In fact, I'm going to miss you so much that I refuse to say goodbye, instead I will simply say, I'll see you soon.