I never try to put too much trust in technology. Brought up pulling plugs out at night has kind of stayed with me. My point, well, purchasing a GPS is a point in question. In the old days I would lift my quill and scratch directions, turn -offs (politics, curtain shops) and have all to hand in my grubby little mitts.
Resplendent on our dashboard was a GPS. It kept slipping off so it was put on the windscreen, ”No, not here dear, I need to see the road.”
And this device with its purple thick line seductively led us successfully from Avignon to a small roundabout outside Arles, we could actually see Arles. But it was but a tease. GPS went into meltdown, or as far as I’m concerned. Up a narrow street, that then became narrower, twisted, turned almost back on itself. Look, we’ve already seen that cigarette pack already. Just in case it wasn’t narrow enough the locals had planted bollards. We we’re close enough to pass the time of day with an elderly lady leaning through her window. Wonderful shutters. Blue. Must get a picture later.
I protested about the route, then spied a sign from history to the village/town centre. Back and round, and round and back. Finally onto a road wider than a bow legged women doing the splits. Breathe. The road, not the bow legged woman, you understand??And the good news, the GPS took us out the same way out. I still know somewhere there is a proper way into Arles. Park and debuss amongst calls from the children for food, toilets and drink, but not necessarily in that order.
Hey, well done Arles. Why? For they had a delightful young lady wearing hint of Goth, in the information centre, who spoke English, was helpful and actually suggested what we should visit. She was doing great until she mentioned the football;-)
To walk around and see the buildings painted by an Gogh was amazing. The cafe where he stood and painted with a pencil behind his ear, no the other ear.
The ancient arena a delight and the prices frightening, and outside the arena a dog with all real talent. Bless it!
Wonderful to visit, but don’t trust the technology.
The colours that house the people of Provence come from nature and thus are beyond merely pleasing on eyes that seldom settle upon such vivid colour and light. Shutters, how can one become so smitten with shutters? Well their rustic nature coupled to painting them blue, lavender blue or navy blue is astonishing, that’s how! Set against the ochre walls they are a delight.
It is obvious that where the ochre comes from, and the blue of darker shades is harvested from the skies. The lavender blue from the fields of lavender that enliven this region.
The clear blue of the sky against the ochre cliffs of Rousillon, for example, is such a wonderful combination that is transferred into the environment of the locals. The colours of life. The colours of Provence. No wonder Van Gogh was drawn to the region.