Campanile - Salon-De-Provence

... 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 ...

... t speak french: baguette, coffee, pan de chocolate, fresh squeezed oj, all fresh fresh fresh. Then we hit the market, vendors were begging us to try free samples of meat, cheese, honey, fruit, olives, you name it. Needless to say, we found our lunch for the day. <br>Oh; did I forget to mention it was Halloween? Not that it really matters, since the french do NOT really understand what halloween is. We decided to not even ...

... stay at this lovely lady&#8217;s home and forward onto Italy from another port<br>2) change destination to another port on Corse where there are more options for forwarding onto Italy<br>3) wait 2 days until there is a direct ferry from Marseille to italy (the one we thought we were on)<br><br>In the end we decided on No. 2. I was actually thankfull for once of Brian&#8217;s obsessive earliness as ...

... didn&#8217;t even really resist. They knew the status to being &#8217;Roman&#8217; and that it would bring them instant infrastructure, roads, money, etc. <br><br>But enough of all this Roman talk - we&#8217;re in France after all! Italy will come when we set sail tomorrow night. For now we&#8217;re dining on our last few snipits of cheese, provincial bread and aioli sauce.

... a painting. But instead of letting that get to me, I will sink myself into the paintings and see the world the way Vincent would have liked. <br><br> Colours changing hue. <br> Morning fields of amber red.<br> Weathered faces lined in pain<br> And soothed beneath the artist&#8217;s loving hand. <br><br>Envious of the painter&#8217;s ability to tweak ...

As it is nearly a month after my last entry, the time has come to write my third installment of mes aventures francaises...<br><br>Having spent most of my free time out with the girls (drinking far too much 1664 and sangria), I didn't think I'd have much to write about, hence the delay on this entry, however the length of this will probably tell you that I was wrong! For a start, we've had two 21st birthdays so far, Lizzie's and then Louise's today, so lots of celebrating ...

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... after a pleasant one hours driving we arrived in his beautiful village Oulx. He offered to cook me lunch in his home which I was glad to accept considering I hadnt eaten that morning and I seemed to be ahead of time. We stopped to say hello to some of his friends and then arrived home where upon he began to prepare the meal. They had a pet rabbit in the home. After one hour had passed in preperation for the meal I realised that it ...

... drove up to the amphitheater and looked for a parking place, but this being school vacation time there were none. As I followed all the one-way signs I ended up taking an unplanned tour of old Arles, driving down streets that have changed little in 2000 years. They weren't constructed with automobiles in mind. The cobblestone streets were so narrow that as I drove by, pedestrians sometime had to step into doorways to let me pass. One corner was sharp and narrow ...