And how are things in Montpellier?

On February 6, 2014 at 9 o’clock sharp, a pilot who wishes to stay anonymous started the engines of his airplane to arrive in southern France only moments later. As a last assignment of our former Highness, I was assigned to make friends with the French people, and to launch a massive campaign for peanut butter.

It seemed like a good plan to go look for the spatial arrangement population first. And so it was, because close to the place where we set up base camp I found a composition of concrete volumes named École Nationale Supérieure d’Architecture. First contact wasn’t easy, since I only understood a few words; vice versa communication was even worse. I decided to sacrifice myself to master the French language.

It is now four months later, and you may call me master. For those who want to travel here to study architecture I’ll paint a picture of the atmosphere. Half of the school building is accessible with a pass 24/7, which makes sleeping superfluous. A separate wing is reserved for project groups. The size of the spaces allows everyone to come and go as they please, resulting in a cross-pollination of ideas.

During morning volunteer students prepare food. I decided to join that group in order to speed up my mastery of French. The atmosphere at the cafeteria is very pleasant, and the school is small enough to eliminate anonymity. There’s something going on in the city every night, and there are parties at school at least once a week.

I have two months of field work left, after which I will report to her Highness the people here are dying for that brown stuff that I’ve been promoting for the last few months.

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