Inga M. Beck

I’ve been in Montpellier for just over 5 weeks now. And I must say I’ve loved every minute of it. Sure there are days when I feel like shit but those will follow you anywhere. This place is magnificent. So lively. People back home in Reykjavík brag about the vibrant night life…but honestly, it’s crap compared to this place. Of course Reykjavík is smaller and has an older population. But giving them a handicap doesn’t make it any better. Here, to me life is beautiful. Montpellier is the place to be to have wonderful honest conversations with wonderful honest people…with dogshit on your shoes.

So yeah, i admit it’s not the cleanest place around so I guess in that category, Reykjavík wins. But if you are aware of where you place your feet while walking it is hardly a problem. And perhaps make sure to always have a free hand to hold your nose. I don’t know what it is but I seem quite often to run into places that stink. Seriously stink. But it don’t bother me that much. Life stinks, this just helps me remember it, keeps me down to earth. When you are aware that life stinks, it is easier to get past the smell and enjoy the crap out of it anyway. I know I do. This dirty dogshit city is nothing but beautiful, and its people even more so.

But of course I love Reykjavík too, just in a different way…