A day out to Arles (nearly 3 hours away) which was nothing like the Beatles song. 40 over 60’s on a bus which left the village at 7am. Can’t complain, the sun was shining and we didn’t lose anyone though Christian did lose a tooth. The morning consisted of an exhibition of all things Provencal. There was some lovely stuff but I contented myself with a couple of post cards and a bit of wine tasting. Wouldn’t you know the stand which we sat at for a glass of wine and canapés was run by a Brit who has a couple of vinyards around Avignon. After lunch in an Italian sort of restaurant called "Le Stradavarius" which was actually très correct as the French would say, the afternoon consisted of sightseeing in the old town.
Monday, 28 November 2011
Day Trippers
A day out to Arles (nearly 3 hours away) which was nothing like the Beatles song. 40 over 60’s on a bus which left the village at 7am. Can’t complain, the sun was shining and we didn’t lose anyone though Christian did lose a tooth. The morning consisted of an exhibition of all things Provencal. There was some lovely stuff but I contented myself with a couple of post cards and a bit of wine tasting. Wouldn’t you know the stand which we sat at for a glass of wine and canapés was run by a Brit who has a couple of vinyards around Avignon. After lunch in an Italian sort of restaurant called "Le Stradavarius" which was actually très correct as the French would say, the afternoon consisted of sightseeing in the old town.
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