Adventure in Marseille
The best opportunities to practice are often disguised and often feel unpleasant. Two weeks ago I travelled to Aix-en-Provence to work. It turned out to be one of those rare and slightly bizarre trips; everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong; my credits cards did not work so I found I could not hire a car. My arrival coincided with the national yellow-vests’ protest which meant extra time on any journey as we negotiated the road blocks. There was also a group manning a road block just 300 metres from my hotel which managed to make for a night of shouting, cars and trucks honking fire engines police, only…