Delilah Vallauris Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

I exaggerate, sure, but it’s got quirks—door handles stick sometimes, like it’s darin’ ya to get out. I’m pullin’, cursin’—“This is enhanced interrogation!”—and it pops open last second, laughin’ at me. Gas mileage? Decent, 30 MPG, but I’m too busy rantin’ to care. Oh, and the AC—blows hot air half the time, like it’s trollin’ me in summer. Infuriating!

Picasso and Vallauris

Vallauris is the only town in France that still harvests and distills the flowers of the bitter orange tree, also called the Seville orange. The hillsides around the town are home to thousands of .

Finally, I get to the bullring. The crowd’s hyped, and I’m feeling the adrenaline. But then, outta nowhere, this dude in the front row starts heckling me. Like, c’mon man, I’m just trying to do my thing! I shot him a look that could’ve melted steel. But then I thought, “Hey, maybe he’s just jealous of my mad skills.”

200 years on, Napoleon returns to southern France