Next came Arles, a picturesque city intricately tied with a certain Vincent Van Gogh. I think I enjoyed walking in its streets gazing at the accurate houses with such prettily assorted doors and windows and flower pots that you could spend hours just doing nothing but this. Some of these houses seemed to be either painted or … created based on some painting🙂
First thing you see when you arrive by train is this long embankment – the Rhone river cuts across the city – and Arles immediately receives +1 from my point of view🙂 The lions are there to remind us of a railway bridge (Pont des Lions) which used to be there once, the road leading to Lyon and Marseilles. It was destroyed during the Second World war.
I invite you on a journey in this charming city. Step by step, just enjoy!
Dead-end of the Knights of Malta – there were so many curious names I came across in Provence!
A pigeon substituting a typical representation of Madonna (or saints) attached at the corners of the buildings – niches d’angle.
I just fell in love with this house!
Oh you can easily tell that my thirst for details was fully satisfied in Arles!
Including my love of all those decadent things, the witnesses of the recent past, like this bakery with yellow tiles:
A timid cat?
oh the decadence!
give me more of those hushed hues of Provence! – the pastel colors washed out by the sun
and I don’t mind the bright colors either:
life goes on:
a slit for letters – just noticed it above the chair!
my favorite lamps and street lights:
the dog fits this central square perfectly:
loved this combination:
brocante (flea market) next to the Yellow House where Van Gogh painted his famous yellow room:
and an assorted window with delicate lace curtains:
you see – I just couldn’t stop taking pictures in Arles!
these lights must surely have seen Van Gogh:
there’s something to them, right?
chairs in the courtyard of the Vang Gogh Foundation, ex-mental hospital where he painted his Ladies of Arles:
the sun in the cathédrale Saint-Trophime
And instead of showing you pictures of the Roman arena in Arles, here’s what a musician was playing right next to it, under the blazing sun of Provence:
- bookstore & postcards – bought most of them here, replicas of Van Gogh naturally. Especially liked this one.
- museum – nope
- local food – nope but bought some lovely food (to be discussed:)
- market – no
- old town – loved it! skipped going to Nîmes that day and even wanted to come back
All in all, a place for getting lost in the narrow streets, savoring the details and running along the river to catch the train! I was going to my second – and the best of the two – home in Provence that day. Expect more details!