After Paris, we headed to a tiny village in southern France called Saint Siffret, just outside of a somewhat larger town called Uzes. My neighbor when I was growing up has a house in the village and recommended a long list of things for us to do. (Last year we had Rick Steves, this year we had Ron. I think Ron wins.)
We rented a fantastic house that became home base. Everyday we slept in, got a late start, and then drove to our attraction of the day. The perfect vacation for two pregnant ladies. This was taken at a tiny town we stumbled across on one of our drives.
Some ancient ruins you can drive up to (if you have really good 4 wheel drive...I've never been on such a crazy road.) We were the only ones there and it was amazing to be able to walk in and around them.
An old man walking around in the charming town of Uzes.
We spent one afternoon at the Pont Du Gard. One of the highlights of the trip.
There was a beach and a swimming hole under the aqueduct. I really wished I had my bathing suit.
Ron recommended we go to a local bullfight. One where the amateurs try to remove a ribbon from between the bulls horns, one that is non-violent and the bulls are the stars. We asked the tourist office to direct us to one of these "Course Camarguese" and they sent us to this amazing Roman amphitheater in Nimes. As soon as the matadors came out with spears and swords, we realized our request for a non-violent bullfight was lost in translation. After the first bull Alissa and I had to leave.
A statue at the top of a hill in Avignon.
We thought this pose was appropriate for the creepy mustache Ryan grew while we were there.
Yes, we definitely love France and hope to go back soon!
3 comments:
I had forgotten about the 'stach.
Beautiful. I had forgotten that you even went on that trip!
Who needs a bathing suit...you were in France!
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