After all the fuss about the visa, I finally landed in Nantes Aeroport Atlantique. At the end of every journey my eyes look for a familiar face waiting for me and when I saw that face there, I felt that same feeling of security and affection again. Xavier, a good friend of mine, was waiting for me.
Xavier is a French guy I met in Ireland when he was an exchange student in Limerick. Although we couldn't spend too much time in Ireland, I didn't hesitate to stay in his place in France and travel with him. I was sure that he would do his best to introduce French culture in the best way possible, he's really proud of his country like most of the French people.
Xavier gives me a warm hug and my French adventure takes a start!
The taxi driver waiting outside the airport is not glad to bargain with us but at the end he agrees to take us to the station de tramway. There's hardly anybody at the tram as it's nearly the midnight.
Xavier's appartement dates back to 19th century. It's a four storey French block and Xavier lives at the second floor. The apartment has the tallest and the narrowest door I've ever seen. Inside is a studio apartment consisting of one bedroom with an open kitchen. I immediately realise the French balcon and can't resist to leaning out for a breath of fresh air. Brazing air fills my lungs. It doesn't take long to enjoy the coffee from the cafetiere and petit beurre.
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