At 5:55 am, it is luxury to enjoy this particular moment in Avignon. The morning air was clean, chilling yet mind refreshing. It was peacefully quiet as if the entire South of France was still and sleep. I slowly climbed up the hill and sat down on a big cold stone block, watched the golden sun shined on the brick roofs of those Provence style houses and a castle sat well up at the middle of a hill. Smoke began to come out from the chimneys and breakfast was about to ready.
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