This morning’s train ride was unremarkable, until about one hour outside of Carcassonne when a shimmering light off to the right caught my eye: the Mediterranean! But we turned inland for Arles, which is on the banks of the Rhône.
I arrived four hours too early to check into my Arles hotel, so I spent the time at a square where Van Gogh painted; the people watching was superb.
Later, I followed the Arles walk from my guidebook, which included Roman leftovers and what’s known as the ‘Van Gogh trail.’ On the VG trail, one follows blue symbols of the artist lugging his easel (I think), and the trail takes a visitor to the real life sites of some of the artist’s paintings; it’s pretty cool.
Here are some photos, including artworks ancient and new; a waving Pope Francis; a stain glass reflection; a distressed boat, dueling photographers; the spot where Vincent rested after the ear incident; a pig on a wall; a black and white shot of my dinner; a late afternoon selfie; the usual suspects; and a familiar chair in my room.