Before we drove down to Camargue to greet the flamingos, we stopped off at Arles for a walk and some lunch. It’s a Roman city that still boasts majestic architecture like its amphitheatre and cathedral, and it’s a place where Van Gogh painted some of his most renowned works, including a childhood favourite of mine. Although it attracts many tourists, it felt like a relatively peaceful town where locals were shopping in the market and enjoying a provençal lifestyle,
I cannot get enough of French markets! Do you remember the one I went to in Bordeaux? It takes a lot of willpower not to grab something from every stall, and I’m pretty sure I could live off those freshly baked loaves of bread alone. Ok, maybe with a bit of cheese…