We stopped for breakfast at the cutest, tiniest little town called Lourmarin, where we bought some pastries at the local patisserie and some of the best apricots and raspberries we've ever had at the farmer's market.
Then we headed further north to the lovely town of Bonnieux. Seriously, nearly every town in this region is picture perfect.
We rented a pair of e-bikes (for my benefit, since I haven't ridden a bike in years and definitely wouldn't have made it up and down all those hills without it), and then set off on the most gorgeous ride. We passed sunflower fields, lavender fields, more adorable towns, and just the most beautiful scenery. It was delightful.
Saignon
Part of our bike route took us over this ancient Roman bridge called Pont Julien.
What you can't tell from these pictures is that the e-bikes were really cumbersome and too large for me. After falling multiple times in my first attempts to get started that morning, I ended up having to rewind my life about 25 years and have Chase steady my bike and give me a little push to get started. It was slightly mortifying, but mostly hilarious. I therefore stopped as little as I possibly could that day!
Chase, of course, is amazing and never turned the assist on, meaning he was pedaling a massively heavy bike up all those hills, and I still never even passed him until the end!
After returning our bikes in Bonnieux, we drove west to Arles. This is where Van Gogh lived for quite some time and did many of his paintings here. We both love Van Gogh's artwork, so we enjoyed coming and seeing all the plaques and tributes they have up around the city.
The hospital where Van Gogh stayed for a time.
Les Alyscamps. We have a print of the painting he did here in our entryway, for those who have been to our house.
Cafe Terrace at Night
There is an ancient Roman arena here where they still hold events. So cool.
So we went to one! They have bull "games" in Southern France, where some strings and things are tied to the bulls horns, and a whole bunch of teenage boys run around trying to get them off and not get hurt in the process. It was pretty entertaining for awhile, but by the end it had gotten a bit repetitive. If you ever go, you can leave at half-time and miss nothing.
Jumping over the wall to escape the bull.
After the bull games we ate a delicious meal and then wandered around the city some more.
Rhone river
We found the "Starry Night over the Rhone" plaque just as it started getting dark enough to actually look like the painting. This one was my favorite of all the painting locales we saw that day.
It was a long, full, fun day.