When in Aix-en-Provence, several years ago, I wearied of the extreme rudeness and seeming incompetence of nearly all I met, especially our hotel staff , surly servers in restaurants, let’s not forget the Tourist center numb-nuts, who just couldn’t understand that you don’t understand when they speak French so quickly? The nicest person I met there was a Moroccan man who ran a little gas station and shop. Since our hotel did not provide ice, he was our source for that and necessities. It was a good hilly hike through one of those awful car-saturated neighborhoods filled with people who won’t meet your eye or respond to voice. After my initial visit, he greeted me like an old friend and was very forthcoming. Its so fun to read about this driver-I pray he finds a way forward before Uber or some tech puts him out of a job. It appears he’s got the “Right Stuff”. I recall fondly being a European/American baby in a French Moroccan park guarded by a Somalian legionnaire who cooed to my Fatima escort. Truly, the majority of the nicest people I have encountered in my lifespan are non-Caucasians.