How about that weather?

As you walk around some of the towns, you can’t help but peruse the beautiful postcards of fields of lavender or sunflowers or grapes. Then there are the ones with people on the beach or sunning themselves at outdoor cafés. Well, none of those pictures were taken from late October to December. First of all, most of the plants are dead and secondly, these are the rainy months in Provence. It explains why the countryside seems arid while still remaining verdant. Long story short, it’s been raining and cold all week. It’s dark in the morning when I go to work and dark when I get home. This only leaves the weekends to mosey around and see some things.

This weekend I was blessed with a beautiful albeit windy Saturday, so me and the Twingo headed out in the direction of Arles to see what I could find.


Les Baux

Mme. Fabre (as well as all of my guide books) proclaimed Les-Baux-de-Provence a must-see. I took a circuitous route to get there in order to enjoy the drive as well as the quaint villages like Fontvielle and St.-Étienne-du-Grès. I wound my way up to Les Baux, parked the Twingo (for an excessive €3) and headed up the stairs to the town’s entrance. Le Baux is a classic medieval town concealed within the town walls and protected by a castle. Not much remains of the castle but the cobbled streets and narrow passages are charming. What once housed the city’s inhabitants now plays host to art galleries, souvenir shops, and restaurants. The town sits atop a plateau overlooking the fields and has but the one gate to enter.

Les Baux’s salad days were in the 10th century when the castle housed the descendants of Balthazaar of Bethlehem (or so they claimed), one of the Magi. In subsequent years, the strategic position changed hands so many times that the inhabitants finally asked the Louis XIII to tear the castle down – which it was under orders from Richelieu. No one lives at in the city anymore (it is a ville morte) and in fact it was forgotten for several centuries until the discovery of aluminum ore (now called bauxite) in the surrounding hills.

The real jewel of Les Baux is its église. While not a cathedral by any means, its uniqueness is that it was built in three parts. The original nave dates to the 10th century and is carved into the abutting cliff. A second nave was added in the following century, built in the Romanesque style. In the 12th century, a Gothic nave was added, making l'Église St. Vincent an interesting study of medieval architecture.



A view from the plateau to the beginning of the Alpilles.

 


The Chapelle de Penitents Blanc in Les Baux..


A view of one of Les Baux's streets with some of the remaining ramparts overhead.


Another of Les Baux's charming alleyways.


Souvenirs from Les Baux. Anything from ceramic cicadas to liquors made of melons..



The original façade of the Nostradamus house. The sign reads: "Here was born on 14 December 1503 Michel de Nostredame called Nostradamus"

 


A long shot of the Nostradamus house with the St. Rémy church in the background.

St. Rémy

On the way back, I stopped in nearby St.-Rémy-de-Provence because I had read that it had a lovely town center and I also needed to thaw out. The vielle ville is a collection of old streets and buildings encircled by the main thoroughfare. I needed to get a map and some stamps so I wandered around the downtown area looking for a bookstore and a tabac. I eventually found both but as I turned one corner I saw a sign on the façade of one building claiming it as the birthplace of Nostradamus. St. Rémy’s most notable resident was van Gogh, who committed himself to the psychiatric hospital here. While in St. Rémy, van Gogh was inspired by the surroundings to create 250 paintings and drawings – in a single year! And I'm still working on my kitchen.

I finally settled outside a café (this was only possible if you sat in the sun) where I had my first pastis. A Fenchman who fled to Switzerland after the revolution developed pastis using the ingredients he had handy. Upon his death, his wife sold the recipe to a frenchman named Pernot who was passing through town. Pastis was originally based on absinthe, liquor made with wormwood, but was illegalized because the wormwood imparted a hallucinogenic oil to the aperitif. Some argue that this potent drink was the inspiration for many of the great artists who painted in Provence. Anyway, it was reformulated using anise as the main ingredient for many years, but now is allowed to be made with strictly controlled levels of wormwood. Basically, it tastes like licorice and is a little sweet for me, but when in Rome….



Rain out

On Sunday, it rained all day so I stayed in the chambre d’hôte and watched the Rugby World Cup from Australia. A friend once told me that rugby is a thug’s game played by gentlemen while soccer is a gentleman’s game played by thugs. It’s too early for me to too judge.

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