We were warned that Montpellier was a shit hole but I didn't mind the place. It was my first encounter with the French on their home turf and I found them to be as rude, arrogant and smelly as they are anywhere else in the world. No its not true, the average 'Frog' must have come along in leaps and bounds since that stereotype was established.
Montpellier has a nice central square, rimmed with cafes and French people looking down their long French noses at the passers by. It is essentially a University town with some very nice old buildings, nostalgic lane ways and interesting shops. I certainly did'nt think it was a shit hole, although it was a frenchman that told me that........ should've known he was talkin out his ass.
Breakfast: Cereal at home.
Lunch: Roll with hot chips and steaky bits on it.
Dinner: Alison cooked croissants with ham and cheese with olives on the side.
I like the Frenchies really.
