It was a restful night with the lack of wind, but ominous clouds surrounded us in the morning. Down to the bread shop and back with pain au raisins, at 1 Euro each they are cheaper than those at the supermarket in Arles. Don’t buy the pain au chocolat though; not such a bargain. Breakfast over and the ominous black clouds had started to emit rumbles and flashes of lightening, soon to be followed by a torrent of rain which lasted several chapters of the book ‘Blind Eye’ by Stuart Macbride. Screamed my head off at a snake by the tent, but Rosemary claimed it was a very large earthworm. Mmm. Took a look at the French weather forecasting service, they got that one wrong, so not any better than the UK weather guessing service. I hope that’s the case, as they have rain and lightning now for most of the rest of the week.

Rain stopped, so we were off to look at some local sights, so a trip to Arles, a town where Van Gogh lived and drank. May have seen the café where he imbibed, were definitely on the correct street, but alas no café jumped out with signs saying ‘Van Gogh drank here’.
Impressions, reminded me of the 1970s game of Text Adventures with the ‘lots of narrow windy passages’. Large Roman amphitheatre which is still used to this day for shows involving bulls and matadors. No killings though. Not to be outdone by other cities, there appeared to be another amphitheatre only a few yards away. Lunch was eaten at a restaurant in view of the Roman amphitheatre, mousaka and steak (not exactly French cuisine), and then more wandering around narrow windy passages.

The day was pleasantly warm, cloudy with the odd burst of sun. That was what was forecast, not the torrential downpour.