So the sun's finally come out here, and Paris has never been lovelier (or more overridden with tourists since my arrival). I've spent many a day lazing around in the Jardin du Luxembourg, Parc des Buttes-Chaumont or just walking around on the rive gauche. It's somewhat ironic that as I'm writing this, typical Parisian weather is back with a vengeance and it's been cold, windy and rainy for the past few days. Strange and fickle thing, this weather.
We did have some good sunshine in Provence on the Sweet Briar weekend trip, in spite of the bitterly cold Mistral which blows through the Rhone valley. The whirlwind tour consisted of visits to Arles, the Pont du Gard (a Roman aqueduct), les Baux de Provence (where Bauxite was discovered...hence the name) and Avignon (yes, with the bridge too).
There's not too much to say about these places, but I did manage to take a few pretty pictures (I'm a sucker for alliteration at times), so here you go.
Spring comes to Paris.
Les Baux and the Pont du Gard.
The Amphitheâtre in Arles and a garden in Avignon.
The Ponts du Gard and d'Avignon, respectively.
2 comments:
Beautiful black and white images! The arches soar to the enlightened beyond.
You forgot to mention the little known fact that the Avignon bridge is more like a pier as it no longer goes all the way across!
Love these photos!
-Landis
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