Le Castelet des Alpilles St-Rémy-de-Provence

... rain finally stopped after nearly a week so we were able to enjoy some out of Scooby time!<br> <br>Saturday 7 Nov<br>Forecasted for rain today but it held off until late afternoon which gave me time to replace the washer in the gear box and for Kim to go for a run, which she was hankering for as she had been getting a little cabin fever of late due to the rain and lack of exercise/time outside!

Wait a minute, we&#8217;re not traveling to Italy until tomorrow&#8230;but we spent the day in Arles exploring Roman architecture. <br><br>The biggest site in town is the amphitheatre, or coliseum. Glimpses through different side streets pull you even closer like the hub it has always been. Huge in scale, some seating is till original and large towers give sweeping views of the ...

... the Rhone. Narrow streets hung with lamps and strung with ivy still hold the same charm. All homes decorated with ancient shutters and worn doorways. How could one not want to paint?<br><br> Now I understand, what you tried to say to me <br> And how you suffered for your sanity<br> And how you tried to set them free.<br> They would not listen, they ...

We got to sleep in today and after breakfast headed to the train station to catch a train to Avignon where we were going to meet up with some other friends. Enroute to the train station I realized I had left my sunglasses at the hotel (hence why I purchase cheap ones and thankfully have numerous pairs back home). There was no time to turn around so we continued on in spite of this revelation. When we arrived at the train ...

Curse the Mistral - it has been blowing for 3 days non stop and it is gale force and freezing cold. It appears to have abated slightly this afternoon and our local guide informed us that it stops after either 3 days, 6 days or 9 days so we are hopeful. Last night it ws like sleeping under a jet ready for take off all night. Poor Big Mama got rocked around and it takes a lot to move her. A big ...

... mine a variety of glaces including licorice, topped with finely shaved licorice. The waiter explained when we were ordering that the chef considered cooking to be an art, and in the manner of a painter, he arranged the food as though it was on a palette. Hence the name of the restaurant.<br><br>Narbonne<br>Our friend Susan Flintoff had recommended a restaurant in Narbonne, called Le Petit Comptoir that she and Brett had enjoyed last year ...

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... times of day, though, we watched as five different streets coverged to the same spot on the square. Without the direction of signs or lights, drivers and mopeds somehow navigated past each other time and time again with only the use of hand gestures and occasional shouts. Impressive, though I will say the French drivers are possibly the worst I have ever seen. Never in my life have I seen a population of people stall their cars more than the French. A bien tot. They said: Happy Birthday Marta!