After dropping Kirk off we drove to the town of Uzes. This sun-dappled town of maze like streets and squares proved to be my favorite. We ate lunch, Connor laughed, Mom and I connected and the sun beat down on us. Doesn't get much better than that, right?
And at long last we finished the day in Arles where we spent our last night. Kirk and I dined here the night before so I had the lay of the land and we set out to discover Van Gogh's old tromping grounds. We found where Van Gogh painted "The Yellow House".......you know, this one....Van Gogh is one of the greats. I am so happy we were able to discover the inspiration and landscape for many of his masterpieces in the bustling town of Arles. It certainly puts new perspective on the movement and color of his paintings.
In France the old men love to "boul" or bowl. There are wide courtyards set for this very sport. They bring their own balls and polishing cloths and it appears to be as much social as strategic. We found eavesdropping on it all pretty amusing!After a long day we had drinks and food from the market for dinner. We felt very FRENCH!