Arles is a small town down the far south of France with not enough shade and some nice views. In fact, this was where Vincent Van Gogh made his home and painted a fairly large number of his paintings. On top of that, the region is apparently famous for its lavender, and also has a large amphitheatre, left over from when the entire area was occupied by Romans. It's also on a river of some kind, which constitutes my entire lot of pictures of our stop there:
There's also a picture of the amphitheatre on the shot glass I bought there, but I wouldn't put a lot of faith in it's accuracy.
So we stayed there for a while, had lunch in the form of baguettes bought just off the main square, sold to us by a girl who was cute enough that I regret accidentally not giving her enough money... I think. The math made sense at the time, but after we sat down in the shade I began to think it through a bit more.
Anyway, soon we were off again for the town of Antibes. We arrived at the campground, and were promptly greeted with what I'm fairly certain were mimosas, for what amounted to no apparent reason. Maybe to celebrate our first week of tour, or something. So anyway, we didn't do much for the rest of the day, although the guys went down to the beach (which was a lot farther than we thought) in the evening to play some touch. Of course, since the entire beach is all pebbles, we made the executive decision to instead play in the car park where, despite it being about 7pm and quite dark, we had to make way for cars on at least ten separate occasions. On the way back, we stopped by the town's resident theme park - the aptly named Antibes Land. And then I think some drinking happened and then bed.
And that's it for today. These travel days are always so easy to write. I'll get day 9 up... at some point.
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