“Is there anything, apart from a really good chocolate cream pie and receiving a large unexpected cheque in the post, to beat finding yourself at large in a foreign city on a fair evening, loafing along unfamiliar streets in the long shadows of a lazy sunset, pausing to gaze in shop windows or at some church or lovely square or tranquil stretch of quayside, hesitating at street corners to decide whether that cheerful and homey restaurant you will remember fondly for years is likely to be down this street or that one?”

Bill Bryson

IMG_5124Blue friends, Aigues-Mortes

IMG_5183Straw bags, Aubignan market

IMG_5151Maison Carrée, Nîmes

IMG_5160Farmers’ market, Beaumes de Venise

IMG_2773.JPG1,000 year-old olive tree, Pont du Gard

IMG_5191Hardware store, Bédoin

IMG_5192Garlic, L’Isle sur la Sorgue

IMG_3524Alyscamps, necropolis, Arles

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Farmers’ market, Saintes Maries-de-la-Mer

IMG_5223Vaison la Romaine

IMG_5188Immortelle flowers, Carpentras market

IMG_1656Village square, Roussillon

IMG_5193Farmers’ market, St. Didier

IMG_1692On the road to Les Baux