After the morning at Glanum, we took an afternoon dip in the pool and then headed right down the road to explore St. Remy.
The town hall (L'hotel de Ville).
The streets in this city were very narrow.
In the corners of some of the houses were these saints.
Here we are standing along the old city wall.
See the fake window on the left?
Here's another one.
Margaret and Cameron in the town square.
A French cat.
The doors along the old wall were beautiful.
Margaret on the Jules Verne carousel.
At the Nostradamus fountain. Nostradamus was born in St. Remy.
One of the many fountains.
4 comments:
great pictures, as always. It looks like you had such a good time there.
Your pictures are so fun to look at. I get a little thrill when I see you have posted more. I never saw a French cat before. =)
Carol M.
By the way, that wasn't a cat, it was a trompe l'oiel cat. And those children? Those were trompe l'oiel children. No, really! (Zeece eece dee ovairseece opairaitore!) They look vechry, vechry Fronsch. I love your marsh grass photo, too, and all your flamingos. I felt right at home!
Are you being racist against cats.
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