Well, the safari from Arles to the Caramargue started out well. We boarded our lovely jeep in Arles and joined a Swedish man and his French wife and three children, who did not say a word. We stopped at a wildlife viewing platform to look for birds, horses and bulls......but what we found was a flat tire on the jeep. Now, one would think if you are going out into a semi wilderness area, you would have a spare tire. But no......90 minutes later the relief corps found us, bring a beater for the group to continue their trip. I told Dan the three hour trips were always a danger....too bad there wasn't a Ginger or Maryann to watch...just a snake and some horses, and Andre our driver, who kept saying Sacre Bleu over and over.
Anyway, we have seen the ruins in Arles and the flamingoes......
Info on pictures.....Van Gogh's Yellow House in Arles, at least where the yellow house would have been if it hadn't been bombed in WWII; Arles amphitheater outside; amphitheater inside, night cafe, me drinking pastis at the cafe.....imagine Dan in my place and you get the idea; wild horses of the Caramargue; merde! flamingoes in flight.
Still no internet at the house, so our trips to the poly bureau in St. Chamas continue.
Weather has generally been in the mid and lower 70s and only one day of rain.
We've both lost weight because of all the walking, despite the croissants.
Till next time!
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