Christmas in Arles, Provence
I have to admit that I was surprised at the number of people who said to me, "Where's that?" when I told them I was going to Arles. For years, Arles has been "one of those places" that I've longed to see, with great Roman ruins and beautiful medieval buildings. There's the added allure of Provence, with images of lavender and olive oil and fine wines and good food. So when Tom suggested we go there for Christmas and New Years, 2014-15, I was ready!
Getting there (and back) was more work than I realized it would take. We flew United Airlines from Chicago to Paris (O'Hare to DeGaulle), where we transferred to a train (TGV, the French bullet train), which got us to Avignon, where we switched to the regional bus to get to Arles. We left my apartment at 2:30 on a Monday afternoon and arrived at our rental house in Arles at 7:30 on Tuesday evening.
While in Arles, we managed to resurrect the energy to see a lot, including
Along the way we enjoyed a circus, walked the banks of the Rhone, toured historic monuments and churches, hit the weekly market, drank copious quantities of Côte du Rhône wine, and cooked superb duck breasts for Christmas dinner.
Arriving in Arles