I wanted to walk where Vincent walked. He put so much stock in this region. I was hoping to connect with it and see what he saw. There were thousands of tourists. Where two walls came to meet, it smelled of urine. I had been traveling for five weeks and was having bouts of homesickness. My trip wasn't going as planned. France was to be my anchor but I was stumbling by the language. I was determined to see Aix before heading to Amsterdam. I needed some creature comforts and hashish. Ditch the tent for a bed and some company.