In the afternoon before my birthday we are driving from Canet-en-Roussillon a bit further North to the medieval town Aigues Mortes in the Petite Camargue. I was there almost 20 years ago (oh my, makes me feel so old saying this), during a bicycle tour in the Provence and Camargue with three girlfriends. We find a parking area for camper vans by the canal with a view to the old town wall.
In the morning I get lovely birthday cards from my boys and a present and after breakfast we set off to see the town. The old town is completely surrounded by a wall with several towers. It's possible to walk all around town on the wall, but we only manage one side as Liam seems to have a bit of a lazy day and wants to sit down on every occasion.
We find a really cosy little restaurant in a small sidestreet where we treat ourselves with a delicious three course lunch. It's warm and sunny and we can sit outside on their small terrace. We stroll through the pretty streets and eventually get back to the camper in the afternoon.
As we set off, we can see already big dark clouds full of rain in the North. We arrive in Orange a couple of hours later on a campsite full of puddles, to Liam's delight.
Orange is the northern gate to the Provence. I had been there as well almost 20 years ago, also in heavy rains which then stopped us from visiting the town and the huge Roman amphitheatre.
The next morning we drive into town to look at the theatre and the old town. As we find a place to park, the heavens are opening again and it's pouring down with rain. We sit in the camper and wait for the rain to stop, but after half an hour we give up and continue our journey.
Apparently it's not meant to be for me to visit Orange this time either...
Happy Birthday!
The city wall of Aigues Mortes from outside.
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