Le Rodin Arles

... the wind to walk across the bridge in the evening to Avignon for dinner. This morning we went on a wine tour (I know, but it is too hard to resist) around the Cotes du Rhone with Phillipe, a very competant and helpful local guide. We ended up at Chateauneuf du Pape drinking wonderful reds which has been a wine hightlight of the trip - the village has the most amazing view of Provence ...

... that will linger in the memory, well beyond the consumption, and without really knowing what we were ordering. After complimentary salads to start, Alison had sliced duck on skewers (the waiter asked, in the manner of steak, how madame would like it), and I had a pot of seafood (Marmite). Both superb. We followed, in the same manner with desserts that were unknown to us, but proved to be delicious – Alison's was a chocolate tart ...

... and i haven't been in touch, but i'm here now.....i think i will just need to have jason drive me there before i loose my nerve....

so i was told at dinner that the ******* had plateaued off today as i did not feed him any salad. i think thats a bit of a misnomer, as plateau seems to imply level off to normal levels, but in this case, its like level off at 80% instead of 120%. so basically, i am destined to a life ...

... lavender is that the fields look pretty much the same before and after harvest. Frankly, I enjoyed the wine tasting experience more in California. The people were much more friendly. At one Domaine the woman stared silently at me as I sipped a series of three reds, starting with Cotes-du-Rhone and ending the Chateauneuf.

We enjoyed our morning in Orange the most. We started with breakfast at a cafe on a square, did a little window ...

Believe me you don't want the story but here are a few photos and videos of what was a wonderful adventure for the most part.

The bull running was a random and free event - just next to lovely beach. Camargue horses are breathtakingly beautiful in the wild.

Unfortunately no photos of characterful and cultural city of Arles because only took the camera out one day - the day we went to The Camargue obviously.

... and planning a new route is exciting in itself. We watched the European footy final in the campsite pub with a few locals and campers, it was a quiet atmosphere in the pub with the bar-staff the only people getting too excited, afterwards though loads off fireworks were let off in the area to celebrate the win. We were glad we decided to watch the game at the campsite rather than travel in to Barcelona itself, over 100,000 people crammed the streets apparently, while were ...

... was not really a good time either as most places where having a seista. Parked up just out of Arles at a mechanic and waiting them for them to reopen. They didnt speak any English so with a little help from the phrase book and some pointing and photos they sourced us one. The others went ahead and sat around and waited for one to arrived which we got fitted that afternoon. Planed ...

July 9th, 2007 It was so hard to wake up this morning. The weekend wiped me out. Class was ok. I did better on the second photo exam but it still wasn't the greatest. We ate lunch at L'Alamandier again this week. And what a big surprise, it was the exact same meal again. We're all just hoping that we get to have couscous again this week because it was the best meal there. The only problem is, we ate couscous on a ...

... over the wall which meant all the fans around the wall had to jump in the ring. I'm glad I was way up high in the stands. Kacie and I tried the chouchouuu, 3 paquets, 2 eurooos. They were peanuts that the venders would sell in the stands just as if you were at a baseball game. We left a little early and I came home to eat with Elise and Issiakah. Dinner was stuffed tomatoes a la Elise. Another made up recipe that was ...

... marche d'une heure, jusqu'à la magnifique baie qui coince Marseille entre l'eau et les majestueux calanques. Quelle sublime vue ! On revient à l'Auberge, on soûpe là pour pas trop cher, et on continue à jaser. Sarah viendra même échanger quelques mots vers la fin de la soirée, mes "colocs" étant toujours absents. On se lit des bouts de nos journaux de voyage respectifs, et on y va de quelques confidences. Maintenant, je commence à comprendre ce que PL me disait en me ...