Every wood surface is painted a bright color: red, mustard yellow, forest green, aubergine. The sunlight sometimes peaked out of the clouds. Birds picturesquely snuck into my photos and yes, the city was vivid. Van Gogh was right in painting the streets with blocky splashes of color, the light can't seem to reflect any other way in the small town of Arles.
Emma, Sarah and I took the morning train (only an hour) and arrived to an awakening tourist town. Some walking and a market later, we sat down to a real French lunch: terrine de légumes (a quiche-paté with veggies), parmétan de canard (duck covered in potatoes and parmesan) and finished by mousse au chocolat, butter and a bottle of wine. It took two hours to eat it was so good.
We then walked some more and bought our way into the ancient Arles Arena built in 72 AD. I hesitated spending the 4,50 euro but was breath taken by its views, mysterious feel and grandiosity. To say that we goofed off with the Romans would perhaps be a statement I am ready to state.
We then set out for a little Van Gogh: it was a small colorful courtyard surrounded by touristy art galleries and shops. Somehow I don't feel like Van Gogh's experience in Arles can be expressed as such but it was charming.
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| Those famous patisseries |
Arles was just the cure to my cabin fever, a lovely classy day with good friends. I feel like I've hardly seen it all and a trip in different times and climate would create a whole new experience. That said, we plan on returning.
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| Gotta love it |
Every wood surface is painted a bright color: red, mustard yellow, forest green, aubergine. The sunlight sometimes peaked out of the clouds. Birds picturesquely snuck into my photos and yes, the city was vivid. Van Gogh was right in painting the streets with blocky splashes of color, the light can't seem to reflect any other way in the small town of Arles.
Emma, Sarah and I took the morning train (only an hour) and arrived to an awakening tourist town. Some walking and a market later, we sat down to a real French lunch: terrine de légumes (a quiche-paté with veggies), parmétan de canard (duck covered in potatoes and parmesan) and finished by mousse au chocolat, butter and a bottle of wine. It took two hours to eat it was so good.
We then walked some more and bought our way into the ancient Arles Arena built in 72 AD. I hesitated spending the 4,50 euro but was breath taken by its views, mysterious feel and grandiosity. To say that we goofed off with the Romans would perhaps be a statement I am ready to state.
We then set out for a little Van Gogh: it was a small colorful courtyard surrounded by touristy art galleries and shops. Somehow I don't feel like Van Gogh's experience in Arles can be expressed as such but it was charming.
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