Montrozier, France: My Arrival

// August 12th, 2009 // Montrozier

With less than a day and a half in Paris, I now find myself in Montrozier, France, a seven hour train ride from Paris. Montrozier, a small country town in the south of France–about 30 minutes from Rodez–is a place that I know fairly well. Throughout my many trips to France over the years, I have made my way down here a handful of times. The fact that so little has changed about Montrozier over the decade and a half since I made my first visit is quite wonderful.

Montrozier, France

Montrozier, France

The look, feel and people that are Montrozier are so completely different than any other place I’ve known–especially New York City. The feeling that I get when I arrive here is peaceful, to say the least.

Scenes like the one playing out before me as I write–a father and son wading through the stream that lies before the bridge that acts as the gateway to Montrozier–are a regular occurrence. In a way, much of what I see here in Montrozier seems as though it belongs in a movie, rather than real life.

I consider myself very lucky to have the opportunity to spend time in a place like Montrozier.

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