Walled cities and salt

I’m jumping back into the South for this post, because this is a place I’ve been meaning to write about for a while now but I kept getting distracted with life and Paris and moving and work and all of the other things that distract me. It would be a shame to skip this though,

French Jurassic Park

In the village of Mèze, which is somewhere between Montpellier and Béziers down near the coast, there are a few noteworthy things. The Noilly-Prat vermouth cellars, for one. The Thau lagoon, for another. And the dinosaur park. When I was a little kid, I saw Jurassic Park. I actually saw it in the cinema when

Later, gator

Last year I kept seeing adverts for a crocodile farm all over my social media. The algorithms do know me pretty well, because I am obviously someone who would want to go to a crocodile farm – and so I did. The crocodile farm is in Pierrelattes, and it’s probably aimed mostly at little kids.

Tree climbing and zip-lining

A lot of people say “I’m a kid at heart!”; I have never been one of them. Even when I was a kid, I never really felt like a kid. Other kids were kind of boring, honestly. I’ve always felt pretty old – except for when it comes to stupid physical escapades. When I was

On safari (in the south of France)

Over near Narbonne there is a village called Sigean, and in Sigean there is an African safari reserve, because why not? I mean, sure, generally when you think about going on safari, you’d think about going to a more exotic location. Kenya or Tanzania or something, in a jeep, watching wildebeest migrate through the Serengeti.