21/10/2026
I came to Montpellier to learn French.
I hadn’t really considered how quickly I might start to care about this place.
My first Sunday, a stop for a drink turned into two hours of conversation with people who welcomed me to their table. My French needed work.
Their patience, thankfully, did not. 😊
A week later, walking those same streets felt very different.
Seeing the damage from the weekend was upsetting.
I kept thinking about the people who live and work here, and the people trying peacefully to make themselves heard.
I’m grateful for the welcome I’ve received. And sad about what happened to a place that already feels a little familiar.
𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲?