Croix de Camargue.

This cross is a recurring sign in bull country. What the symbols stand for:
The cross: faith
The heart: charity
The anchor: hope.

Van Gogh's bridge on the outskirts of Arles.

Les lettres de son moulin.

"This rocky place, which was to me a homeland and which can be found -along with its people- in almost all my books."

Alphonse Daudet's legendary windmill in Fontvieille near Arles.

Sur le pont d'Avignon, tu y danses si t'as des ronds...

The famous bridge in Avignon known to us French in the even more famous song which goes "sur le pont d'Avignon on y danse tous en rond".
There certainly was a time when you could danse on it freely and for free but nowadays, to enjoy that pleasure you must pay about 5 Euros.
At least you can walk along the bank of the river Rhône and watch it without paying. Great!

An afternoon stroll in Avignon, 19th July.

An afternoon stroll in Les Baux de Provence.

Les Saintes Maries de la Mer, skyline.

And they said goodbye for a hot night in the camping car.

Savage.

Honi soit qui mal y pense (part 2).

The ‘garter ceremony’ certainly is one of the strangest French wedding traditions.
It takes place at the end of the meal when the bride climbs on a table and the best man ties a garter around her thigh, just above the knee.
The whole ceremony consists of having the guests put money in a basket being passed around.
When a man puts money, the best man raises the bride’s dress, the more money given by men in the audience, the higher up it gets. And the role of women in the audience is of course to have the dress being lowered by also throwing coins. Thus women act contrary to men who are somehow portrayed as only interested in seeing the bride’s leg. While reciprocally, women are the defenders of virtue…

This funny ceremony usually takes a good twenty minutes and traditionally the garter goes to the very last person who’s put money in when everybody else is skint, usually a man. The ‘winner’ gets the garter and is allowed to untie it using his teeth while the money in the basket goes to the newly weds.

The "pièce montée", standing proudly in the kitchen minutes before it collapsed.

Francine and Claudine cracking jokes.

The newly-wed roars his satisfaction to the whole world.

And he certainly made quite an impression, revving up the engine of his big machine like mad as if to show the whole world –but first of all the inhabitants of Chaudeney- that he would no longer ride alone.

Arnaud and Magali's wedding on 29/07/06.

We have made the right decision, haven't we?

Farewell Mogador...

Streets of Essaouira.

Fresh sardines from the tide.

Essaouira harbour.

Turn left.

Road train