Avignon à vie

I wrote this text on trains' in airports' in stations' on planes. When you can finally shut up. Look out the window. And daydream a little. Dream about what you love. Here, Avignon and its Festival. I don't know why I wanted to write a kind of love letter to Avignon and its Festival. It's probably because for four weeks in this place, the conditions of beauty and sorrow of the human condition are represented.