Now, I couldn't move any further back without leaving the road. I was considering hanging my coat casually over the sign when someone finally stopped who was going toward Aix. It was a Parisian this time, who had come down to visit his relatives in Toulon. He spoke with a very cultured, high-bred Parisian accent, quite a change from the last guy. He was really quite full of himself, though, and after a while I stopped trying to get my words in edgewise and decided to save them.
People are much more genuine here.
I have met quite a cross-section of people this vacation, which has made me appreciate this country so much more. I don't even remember all the people who have given me rides since Saturday, when I left. So, if you do get a count, let me know.