Jakob. The only other American I know here whom I detest but talk to anyway because he's the only other American I know. He's from San Fransisco. Friends at a goodbye party for Tom and Beans. The guy in the middle is the magician as I call him. A stereotypical, sleazy frenchman. His name is even Pierre.
More friends, another goodbye party. I'm in the mirror.
me in front of the orchards. This farm produced olives, apricots, pears, apples, tomatoes and rasberries. And made jams out of all of them. And yes I mean all. Including the olives. and olive jam, though weird, is actually very tasty and sweet.
olive grove
This is the Valle L'enfer (Valley of Hell) it supposedly inspired Dante's version of hell and was named for that later.
Me inside the fortress.

The trebuchet and a guide. He demonstrated how it worked and I post a video of the presentation below.
This is one of many pictures of the troglodyte fortress in Les Baux de Provence. I was really thrilled by it.
I went to St. Triomphe, a large church in Arles to escape the sun and found that is was a part of the pilgramage to Santiago. But what I found most interesting was it also housed the relics (bones) of about 30 saints. Some local some as big as St. Sebastian or St. Anne. Never have I seen relics so prominently displayed, in guilded glass boxes, and I've been to Italy.
The leg bones of St. Roche- a local saint. (I tried for a picture of the skull of St. Triomphe but the lighting was bad)

The colosseum of Arles- an exact minature of the one in Rome. Seats 2 million.



I would have liked to get this for Bert but have not the space nor the money. This is also the begining of the gift giving/ souvenir buying that I can't do in real life so I'm going to do it virtually. Oh, and everybody would have gotten a jar of olive jam.
the artist caught me taking a picture and so I had to take one with him. His wife I don't think understood the camera very well. we weren't ready.
The launching of the Trebuchet