This weekend I went to Provence with my program. We started in Arles where there are incredible Roman ruins:
When it was built in the first century, this arena had a pulley system that covered its 25,000 spectators with vellum on hot afternoons. After the Roman Empire crumbled, a town was built in the amphitheater because it was easy to defend. Now you can go see bull fights there.
We went to a market filled with tables of spices, cheeses, dried sausages, breads and pastries.
A middle-aged, hobbit-sized gentleman tried to sell me candies whose proceeds went to animal rescue. When I declined he told me that I was charming anyway and that my eyes were full of love. Don't worry Mom and Dad - I didn't give him my number.
When it was built in the first century, this arena had a pulley system that covered its 25,000 spectators with vellum on hot afternoons. After the Roman Empire crumbled, a town was built in the amphitheater because it was easy to defend. Now you can go see bull fights there.
We went to a market filled with tables of spices, cheeses, dried sausages, breads and pastries.
A middle-aged, hobbit-sized gentleman tried to sell me candies whose proceeds went to animal rescue. When I declined he told me that I was charming anyway and that my eyes were full of love. Don't worry Mom and Dad - I didn't give him my number.
Le Pont du Gard was built when God was in the third grade; in comparison, I felt a little bit like a tiny speck on the great continuum of time and space...Actually, I felt a lot like that.
I like Arles. I would like to go back to see une corrida.
Three kisses (that's how they do it down south),
Maria
P.S. More on Provence to come! Also, I stole the non-Pont-du-Gard photos in this post...
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