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June 9, 2012
Narbonne
First impression is to turn back. There are no taxis at the station, so we lug the bags all the way to the dinky hotel. Taken aback by the worn out carpets, the dim lights, the sweaty, ear-picking receptionist, we set out to find a different option. We quickly learn we have actually landed the best of a bad bunch - at one place the receptionist seems honestly amused at the idea of us getting a room on the night, as if this were Kensington at London Fashion Week, not a tiny French town not even at the coast.