Le Mistral souffle.

Before I left for Avignon, France many people warned me about the "Mistral". Everyone who had been there had something to say about this wind that blows incredibly hard and is pretty annoying. I kind of figured it was one of those exaggerations that locals always do about their city. But, for the past three days or so we have been experiencing this Mistral. I'm surprised how hard it does blow, I've had to brace myself a few times to avoid falling over. And unfortunately, it started Sunday night, the night when the town puts its trash out. You can imagine how that went.

I have to write a little about my Litterature professor. He's just like a French Litterature professor should be. He wears a "neckerchief" with a button down shirt, today it was a mauve-y pink, with a black blazer, and black jeans. It's really not that big of a deal but when he's going on about la vie bohème or le romanticisme, it just fits.

Yesterday I saw my first beret, and it made me smile. Sorry to say the stereotype is not very correct, they're rare.