Provence

August 2020

I took a break from my vacation in the mountains to revisit Provence, which, in spite of the blazing heat, exercises a strange attraction over me.  I took a hotel in Tarascon because it was about equidistant from all the places I wanted to visit.  The people at the hotel were charming, but there is not much else to say about that town, except perhaps to note an unpleasant odor that permeated the place the whole time I was there.

I visited Nîmes, where I had not been since 1985; St Rémy de Provence and the nearby archeological site of Glanum; Graveson, a little village outside St Rémy; the Abbaye of St. Michel de Frigolet, a monastery tucked away in the hills that I stumbled across; and finally the Pont du Gard, which I have wanted to visit ever since I learned about it in 7th grade French class.

The heat and pressing matters at home cut short my trip before I could get back to Arles, which I would revisit in 2021.