Montpellier is really starting to feel like home – too bad I only have another few days. This morning I rushed off early to try the Olympic swimming pool, because I was getting my hair coloured and cut at 10 a.m. and knew I wouldn’t swim again after that and wreck it. (In a place like this, where it’s breathless and steamy from dawn to dusk, it’s impossible to exercise and I can feel the kilos of cheese settling in.) The pool is about 15 minutes walk from here in a strange section of town called Antigone – they’ve torn down whatever was there and replaced it with a pretentious, multi-block replica of ancient Greece, towering Acropolis-type buildings with pillars and fountains with naked discus-throwers included. Very odd, especially as it’s hard to access unless you go through the shopping centre called Polygone, which doesn’t open for business till 10.