For the long weekend over Bastille Day back in July, we visited a charming little Roman town in Provence called Vaison-la-Romaine for a few days. It's a pretty, 2,400 year old place sat on gentle slopes to the north of the Ouvèze river, most known for its Roman ruins, an ancient stone bridge and a huge flood in 1992.
I hired a bike and we climbed 2/3 of Mont Ventoux (due to time restraints and, er, lack of hill training on my part - I'll be back to complete it in the next couple of years for sure). We visited Les Baux-de-Provence, an old, little too touristic, village with castle ruins sat on the rock cliffs of the Alpilles mountains before heading to Saint-Rémy-de-Provence where Van Gogh painted Starry Nights and spent time in the asylum, Nostradamus was born and I spent way too much time taking photos of shabby chic shutters. It was a balmy summer night, we had dinner outside at one of the pavement cafes with a live jazz band playing and I vowed I'll return.
Bastille Day fireworks