I spent today exploring Roman ruins and Van Gogh sites. And I fell more in love with Arles by the second.
The employee at the cafe was aghast when I voiced a desire to sit outside. “C’est tres froid!” I insisted I would be fine, that this weather didn’t feel cold to me, and was amused when a dawn of recognition lit up his face. “Ah, tu vas fumer,” he said, while miming smoking a cigarette.
With solo travel comes a type of loneliness that is freeing, but crushing. The need for connection is biological. It’s how we’re wired. And we wind up lacking it.
Imagine limestone walls, narrow passageways, gas lanterns casting a warm friendly glow and soft laughter coming from restaurants you know are around a corner but can’t see yet…
That’s Sarlat, and dammit if I’m not already in love with it.
Enjoyed a lovely breakfast with Travel Buddy before he left for London. The main topic of conversation? Sketching out a trip to Spain and Portugal
Good grief, this town is unbelievably gorgeous. Favorite photos from today are below. I’m forcing myself to choose only ten per day. I’m sure I’ll