My first task in the morning was to find somewhere to stash my belongings. I placed several thousand francs, one hundred British pounds, my temporary passport, American Express platinum card, and priceless Legion-issued SNCF carte de voyage in a Zip-Lock bag and walked through the city streets out into the open countryside. After tramping along a main road for an hour, I reached a secluded spot where no one could watch what I was doing. To the chirping of cicadas, I scraped a hole in the rocky soil for my bag. When I had filled it in again, I placed atop large rocks as markers and had a good shit over it all as a deterrent to man and beast. On the back of a TGV pamphlet I sketched myself a rough map and began the long, sweaty march to Aubagne . . .