A delightful day ending in a great wee town with lots of buzz. The usual Roman history (on a major X roads), 12C Church and Castle etc. An added frisson of predictability: Nostradamus lived and died here in his later years (1566 when he was 63). I wonder if he had an alter ego called Nostrapraiseus.
Never having been to Provence before today’s mild weather allowed us to savour its rural delights. Vineyards, lavender fields, shrivelled oak forests. Villages atop of hills, cunningly disguised to look the same with a church tower dominating. Where are we, said the marauders – bereft of Google Maps? I don’t know, they all look alike. Nice though: let’s have a coffee and smoke and bypass the pillaging.
Salon de-Provence has a party on tonight. A 45000 town with 25000 folks expected for the disco DJ’s 200m away from where we’re staying. Hope the buildings are still up in the morning…..
Tomorrow into Montpellier.
Here’s a song about Nostradamus.
Travelling reflections 