Not certain if we had won the lottery or simply had bad luck, my husband and I were both jobless at the same time after long corporate careers. My philosophy was that work could wait, it was time to travel. I will save you the long story—reaching an agreement on timing, time frame and the location was a long discussion.
We settled on Aix-en-Provence in southern France for six months. The plan came together with relative ease; we rented a centrally located flat, booked our flights and even successfully completed the paperwork for long-stay visas. We arrived on French soil on a sunny October day; the issue was neither of us liked what we saw of Aix-en-Provence at first glance.
How could that be?