Auberge du Mas de la Feniere Arles

... over 1.5 million tourists each year as it is the source of a natural spring. It's wierd seeing a fast flowing river and then walking 50 metres "upstream" and there only being a trickle.. and then a bit further and no water... nothing but a big cliff straight up! <br><br>The town itself is nestled in a valley and is particularly pretty at dusk when rocks take on the colours of the sunset ...

... the security of this fortress. Brian scoped out several indents where floor beams had been inserted, and hinges for doors had been drilled, as well as a fireplace opening. After the 1830&#8217;s it&#8217;s been used for local bull-fights and has been undergoing extensive renovations. Sandblasters pierced our ears and evidence of new stone was everywhere. Part of me was sad to ...

... add details, and as Vincent so skillfully did: show movement and texture with brush strokes. As I photographer, I must only capture what is there. Although I can make some minute adjustments, it&#8217;s reality. So many times I wish a tree would just move to the left, the shadow would fall differently, or that a person would get out of the way! In the few ...

... we were nearly blown to Marseille. Tomorrow we are going on a lunchtime cruise on the Rhone with more food and wine and before that visiting the famous bridge and hopefully we will have time to go over to see the nearby fort in the afternoon. <br><br>Then we start the final run north - first a night at Beaujolais, then 2 nights at Strasbourg and one last night at Munich before we leave Big ...

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... Some ways out of town, we stopped to visit the hospital where Van Gogh was treated and we saw 2 Roman monuments: the old gate to the town and a monument to the family. Both were strikingly carved and very impressive. We walked on to the hospital. They recognized his talents and allowed him to go out to paint. Many of his paintings were made from the hospital grounds or from Arles, where he lived before. The hospital continues to be ...

... made my way over to the IES farewell party. It was at Marie-Anne's sister's house. We all took pictures together and Bertrand gave us all awards. I got the award for the best ability to make up French words. The highlight of the party was when we tossed the guys in the pool. First Bertrand, then Pierre, then my favorite person ever, Bruno. He deserved to be thrown in. Elise still wasn't home from her little workshop but I had ...

... translation after lunch, nothing special again today. It was the same as usual. The longest 90 minutes of my life that repeats day after day. After class, I went to the post office to buy some stamps. I finally sent out all of my post cards...too bad I wrote them 5 days ago. Leaving the post office was an experience. A man said "Excuse me" to me and it sounded like he had a question to ask me. Instead he says "Excuse me, you are beautiful. So ...

... We brought all of our bags downstairs and my stuffed pig was attached to my green bag and everyone loved it. We gathered in the lobby and the families started to file in. This may be a weird statement but when were sitting there I felt like we were cattle being auctioned and people would pick and choose which ones they wanted. My family walked in. Her name is Elise Pienne and her son is Issiakah ...