Occitania travel 2025-09-20T10:08:31Z
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The Provençal sun beat down mercilessly as I stumbled through Nîmes' ancient streets, sweat stinging my eyes. My carefully printed train schedule – now a soggy pulp in my hand – had betrayed me when the 14:07 to Avignon vanished without notice. Tourists swarmed like ants around the Arena, their laughter grating against my rising panic. That's when I remembered the blue icon on my phone's second homescreen.