So after a fortnight in Paris and a quick stopover in Bordeaux for the obvious reasons I made my way south to perhaps the most famous (and arguably overhyped) region of France: Provence. Basing myself in Avignon I spent a week in 38 degrees heat exploring the tiny towns in the area and basically just eating and drinking everything in sight.

Paris was everything I expected: smelly, crowded, touristy but also completely wonderful and one-of-a-kind in a way that is indescribable.