If you don't love the French countryside, you don't have a soul

So, I traipsed off to the French countryside again from Monday until Thursday last week. I was near a town called Albi, which is basically in the midst of this region that's something like Tuscany, but in France. To give you an idea of how gorgeous this place is, I give you a street in Cordes-sur-ciel, which translates to "Cordes above heaven", thus named because when it's cloudy the town (which is on a hill, obvi) is above the clouds.


This town is one of the most beautiful towns in France. I don't know who decided that, but it's a widely known fact. It's also 20 minutes from where I was staying. Which was also 15 minutes on foot from a vineyard. The countryside looks, in general, like this:


Clearly, pictures can't do this place justice. For the second time in the past month, I was living in a dream in the French countryside. I don't know how anyone can leave this.

Oh, I am also one of the champions of the university division of my first beach tourney. Don't ask how many teams were our competition, the number would only blow you away.