A recce and a medieval castle

Firstly, going back to the cat.

The hole in the door is the cat's door, not for some giant mice, and .....

... it is a

Just thought you'd like to know, Ruth.
Off we went over Les Alpilles, in search of tomorrow's Tour de France route. Sure enough, tell-tale arrows appeared .....

... and we followed them.

The roads were starting to fill up with wannabees .....

... and cloggies in campervans .....

.... and people already camping on the roadside.

We decided the best place for our viewing, and will be there at 1200 noon (local time) on Thursday 4th July. Hopefully this will be on the slopes of Les Baux, a steep windey road leading up to the aforesaid mediaeval castle.
Here is Cathy parking the car at the castle.

And here is the castle.

 

Another sighting of power clashing, although I'm not sure if cycling gear qualifies.

We're not phoning home - these are audioguides.

The view from the ramparts.

Looking down on tomorrow's TDF route. Hopefully we will be near the campervans (so as to see their TV coverage), cheering Simon Gerrans (AN AUSSIE!!!) and Orica Green Edge (AN AUSSIE TEAM) on.

Another view from the top.
If you happen to be watching, Cathy will be wearing an lovely old blue hat, Peter has just had a haircut,  and Anne will be wearing one of the many dresses she has bought.

 

If anyone would like to tape Stage 6, we'd be very grateful. 

Market day in St Remy

A vey holy service station

We woke up this morning and look!! A French poodle (sorry), but the rain lowered our resistance to bad jokes.

My gutter runneth over.

Les parapluies de St Remy

et encore

A nice, secluded, wet corner cafe.

The house where Nostradamus was born

A car was trying to get out of the market, so I helped.

What was it raining?

Un chat pas ferroce.

 

Another bloody French poodle.

Paella in the market.

Cerises pour Peter

Morning coffee

 

Vanilla beans from Madagascar.

Cinnamon sticks from Madagascar

We arrived back at the apartment and Anne and Cathy were standing face to face when ......

...and bird flew past (passed, really) .... 

... and ......

MERDE!!!

To the Camargue

Out of St Remy through a beautiful avenue of trees. At Ruth's behest, we were searching for clouds and rain, but alas the sun stubbornly continued to shine.

Past a large, impressive, nameless monastery.

And there were the wild horses. 

AND the flamingos

and even more flamingos.

Peter was driving today and he took fright at this road sign ......

.... as well he might.

More wild horses who have obviously escaped (from the wild)

Lunch beside the Mediterranean

Digestion beside the Mediterranean

Anne having a splodge.

Cathy was fascinated by this sign - it was on the truck of a professional fisherman who was unloading his boat into it.

How now - a dhow!

... and a boat called LILI ....

... and one called VERONIQUE ....

.... and little JULIE

We figured that this was written by Vivivivivaldi

Janet. Cathy says these are for you!

Borderline power clash (on the right)

More flamingos.