It's been a good 3 months since I've returned from Montpellier, where I spent 3 weeks getting to practice my French during my Summer Language Immersion Programme under NUS LAF2201. Whenever I look at these photos, I just can't help but smile because I hold these beautiful memories so dear to my heart. It was a wonderful experience -- the school, the people, the buildings, the food, the sights and the sounds. Memories fascinate me because of their natural and subconscious formation, in a sense that you're hardly ever aware of the cognitive process that films your life through your eyes, until it plays back in your head later on.
I look at these photos and miniature films begin to roll in my mind, of the time we all watched the Sun set at 9.30 P.M. while eating cheese and drinking wine, legs dangling off the edge of the park wall with music floating off in the distance. Or of the time we trawled through the narrow winding alleys - of which Montpellier had in a great abundance, and finally found a place for dinner (where I ever so gracefully fell off my chair by doing nothing at all) and the kind lady next to us taught us how to eat. The palpable merriment and festivity that imbued the air, helped along by three glasses of wine for 5 euros and the joy of Les Estivales. Thankful to have had my life enriched so. x