Provence in June: From Arles to Aix
I admit it. I have a tendency to be rather obsessive compulsive. Several years ago, I started working my way around my top fantasy destinations in France (Monet's garden in Giverny, Cannes, of course Paris, --twice, and so forth). After a couple of trips, for reasons I won't go into, I digressed and took my first trip to Italy. That was addictive and I ended up making several more trips there, working my way from north (Lake Como) to south (Sorrento and the Amalfi coast). Several trips to Tuscany in between and I was badly hooked. But, a few side trips later (Morocco, Spain) and I've broken the addiction. So, I've decided to return and continue my journeys through France. Maybe it has something to do with Obama being in the White House. Maybe I'm blindly, optimistically hoping that the French don't hate us quite as much as they did now that the brash and unsophisticated Bush is nearly forgotten; like a bad diner meal we know we had but we choose not to dwell on it.
Well, even if the French still don't like Americans, I'm busy doing my internet research, brushing up on my bit of French, and planning my journey. For me, this is half the exhilaration of the entire trip. For me, the journey begins the second I decide to go and Google my first destination, my first hotel or apartment, my first foray into finding the best (and cheapest) flights.
This time, I'm going to Provence. The land of Cezanne, Van Gogh, lavender fields, Roman ruins, and cafes where you can linger as long as you like and waiters aren't rude if they ignore you for hours. Arles, Avignon, Aix-en-Provence, and maybe the wild and wicked Marseilles. Oui, oui.