Hotel de la Plage
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... easy since their official language (language that is spoken in school/government places) is French, Clarke jokingly pretended to push Anie in. We laughed and continued along the bank. There are 328 structures including aqueducts, bridges, tunnels, locks, etc. along the canal. while walking we could see that France was a cultural hearth (heartland, source area) for clothes since they were very ...
Embark on a half-day excursion into the Camargue. Lined with sandbars and reed-covered marshes, the Camargue is Europe’s largest delta, a dramatic landscape caught between land and sea. The keepers of this land are its gardians, akin to our cowboys. They live here with their families, often several generations together, carving out lifestyles in sync with the land, following the ...
... bullfights are held today—20 centuries later. You'll also view the 7,000-seat Antique Theater during your tour of this ancient, cobbled city.
Then enjoy An Afternoon in Provence. You'll discover the Provencal village of Les Baux de Provence during a walking tour, then visit the “Carrieres de Lumieres” where artwork is displayed on the walls of carved limestone chambers.
... over 500 years later. Our little early bird helped us be smart travellers today as we arrived in Les Baux in time for a cafe and croissant before the castle opened. Not only did we beat the hordes of tourists, we were able to explore before it hit 32+ degrees. Learning about history becomes a lot less fun when it feels like you are standing on the face of the sun. Nearby is a former quarry that ...
... by cheesy karaoke-style background sounds. Jill and I often ended up in a piano bar in Atlanta in the mid-70's, a stretch grand with stools. Rusty was the owner, a crusty broad who would put any drink we ordered on the man's bill that had most recently tried to hit on us. I asked the ancient piano player once if she could sing "Georgia On My Mind" and she barked "Rusty can sing the hell out of it," ...