From Nice to Arles was a stunning but mostly frustrating trip. After days of driving at our own pace we found it deeply annoying to get stuck in endless traffic jams stretching endlessly along the Mediterranean coast. On the plus side it gave us more time to look out over the azure water. And at old ladies’ with too much war paint on, in skimpy attire with skin that looked to have been toasted to a crisp.
Our new car seamed light years newer and better than our old piece of crap. There were no dings, it smelt clean and new and best yet it had a sat nav.
Our accommodation, just out of Arles was a small cabin with access to a pool surrounded by lounge chairs, perfect for a beer or three.
Our first day we headed to Baux-de-Provence about half an hour drive away. It is an old fortified village which is billed as a French village which has been unaltered in centuries. The popular tourist spot was teeming with people and actually would have been nice if it wasn’t so overcrowded and filled with tacky souvenir shops.
As we slowly meandered back we stopped at the small town of Fontvieille for a much needed coffee. As we sat in the town square we felt incredibly more comfortable than we had been in Baux-de-Provence.
We then headed towards Arles for a look at the roman architecture and a spot of lunch. Arles is situated on the bend of a wide river with large river boats moving up and down. What a cool town with narrow streets and history at every turn. There was a colosseum, an amphitheater, as well as many other roman ruins.
Sam was feeling a bit run down so decided to camp out by the pool as Will continued on to explore a 2,000 year old Roman aqueduct. It was in surprisingly good condition, and stood at the top of a hill overlooking the French countryside as far as the eye can see.
Next up we will head to Monflanquin, Will’s old family holiday village.