Hotel Les 3 Barbus
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
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- Free parking
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... and action from all of the sectors of "entertainment" from the first scheduled entertainment which was beast versus beast, ie bear vs lion, the 2nd scheduled event, the hunting where the hunter hunts it's prey, ie, a lion, tiger, bear or whatever is available at the time. Not a contest really, poor animals. During the lunch break when most spectators leave their seats and go for drinks and food they bring on the next round of ...
... flowing to Nimes per day. As we walked on the middle level over the aqueduct we noticed etchings in some of the sandstone that had been done by the builders, the tool of use and their names and it is crazy that 2,000 years later their mark is still there for all to see, kind of like putting your kids footprints or handprints in concete, to last forever. We wandered toward the museum and saw some people taking photos of a tree, yeh odd right, so of course we started ...
... condition considering its age. We followed the track to where the aqueduct starts. It is fed by an underground stream which is still pushing out water today (not via the aqueduct of course). Pure fresh water and it is delicious. We walked along the top of the aqueduct in parts and some of the stones have been lifted to reveal inside. It is hard to believe that they used this piece ...
... furniture in just those two rooms, our calm "don't worry about the rain" evening became a mad dash to rush piece after piece of valuable objects up 2 flights of stairs. Not long after that, those two rooms were completely flooded, well above ankle level, when we realized it would probably be a good idea to shut off the electricity before we all got electrocuted and died. We shut it off literally just in time, as the water lever was now about to reach our ...
... the back of it. We were feeling like burnt stale giant baguettes soaked in red wine. We had long hugs and face grabbing goodbyes while fighting tears and took off for one last little lap of the water. Pedro snuck up to the town exit on his scooter and was sitting there waving and blowing kisses as we drove past.
We had the last section of the N260 to go. We followed it along the coast, looping around bays, up hills and down hills until it abruptly ended the same time ...