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Provence And The Rhone, July 2015

Train stations in Europe are heavily used travel hubs with many services. I departed from Hamburg, Germany for an eleven hour countryside journey to the south of France. Sounds like an uncomfortably long voyage, but frankly I looked forward to it.

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Enjoying a cold pilsner on a German train is a nice treat while you zip across the beautiful landscape.

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The next day after having arrived in Aix-en-Provence. This is the central fountain at the base of Cours Mirabeau, the grand boulevard at the heart of the city.

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The lovely market along Cours Mirabeau.

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This is the entrance to the American University building where I took classes in 1993.

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This is the very spot in Parc Jourdan where I often went to relax and read Tolstoy.

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The notable feature of a typical vineyard in Chateauneuf-du-Pape is the presence of large stones that cover the soil, known as “galets,” which serve to trap the sun’s heat at night.

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I spent an afternoon with winemaker Rodolphe at Chateau Montfaucon, across the Rhone from Chateauneuf-du-Pape, tasting his wide variety of impressive Cotes-du-Rhone blends. 

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The ruins of the castle of Pope John XXII, completed in 1322.IMG_1455

A view of the Rhone from Chateauneuf-du-Pape.

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Chateauneuf-du-Pape is a quaint little village with steep and charmingly narrow streets.

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This is another village ruin during a tour of the Luberon, a small area just north of Provence.

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Another day I drove to Marseille in search of the dreamy turquoise calanque swimming holes. These are strictly word-of-mouth locations, very hard to find, yet packed with locals. There are no signs, only a network of miles of unmarked trails across a barren scrubby landscape between the main road and the coast. I knew they would be a challenge to find.

This photo shows the only sign I found, right at the beginning. Funny thing is after this sign there were no more signs (ha ha!), just crisscrossing paths and unmarked intersections. I ended up wandering around desperately lost for at least two hours in the baking heat. Eventually I found two maintenance men who saved the day and showed me where to go. Turns out in another section of this peninsula, there was a big path with lots of people, which seemed obvious in hindsight, but I would have never found on my own.

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It felt good to finally be on the right trail.IMG_1517

And here we are. A gorgeous afternoon of  swimming in the savage and sublime waters of the Mediterranean.IMG_1525

During my stay the Festival d’Aix was taking place, so I decided to enrich myself by attending an opera: A Midsummer Nights Dream.IMG_1507

The performance lasted at least three hours. I love the theater, but I can do without the opera.IMG_1508

Of course one of the pleasures of France is reliably enjoying a beautiful meal. The prix fixe is usually the economical option, it includes a main course and a dessert. I also have here a glass of a local and simple red and rosé.IMG_1399

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Of course, all of this pales in comparison to the main event, which was returning to Frankfurt to pick up my son, and fly back to Colorado together.IMG_1595

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