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About Strasbourg

So I asks, “How much, precious?” She smirks, “Fifty quid, you weirdo.” Fifty! Robbery, that is! “I ain’t got no home,” I whines, quotin’ Llewyn again, hopin’ pity works. Nope. She rolls her eyes, walks off, hips swayin’. Grrr, made me ragey, but also – wow – them curves, my precious! Nearly chased her, but me legs, all wobbly, nah.

I find spots where not many tourists go—like this little tram stop on Place de la Liberté (shhhh, it's a secret!). I once overheard a couple discussing dreams and lost youth. That moment? Totally heart-tugging, man. And then, I remember mumbling “I think I love you” again to the ocean horizon.

Sébastien Marsset, 27th in the Vendée Globe