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About Montpellier

So, brothels—whorehouses, cathouses, whatever. Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say. I read once—prolly in some dusty library I hate—ancient Babylon had temple hookers. Sacred sex, they called it. Priests pimpin’ out girls for gods. Wild, huh? Makes me mad—religion and sex tangled up like that. But also, kinda impressed. Ballsy move, Babylon. Ballsy.

Aix-en-Provence et ses balcons coquins

The area also used to have a brothel near by, which justifies the phallic symbolism in the ironwork on the balcony. "I was here" · UPLOAD YOUR OWN PHOTOS. To.

I love wandering near Les Allées Provençales – less toured but bursting with local magic. There I’d overhear snippets of dramatic conversations: “Et tu, Brute?” style banter over crepes in a flash. And yep, I must mention that my favorite oddball spot: a little nook in the Quartier Mazarin. Every time I see old art on the peeling walls, I feel an ineffable warmth.

My return to the French town of my misspent gap year — three decades on