Where the crossroads of the Camargue meet a little fluvial town lies quietly.
We arrived in the late afternoon and after having set the van in the camping went on adventuring the town's streets, the houses colored and built really close to each other reminded about similarities with Italy, the southern cost of France and the nord west cost of Italy share a lot in common. And so passing by brasseries, boulangerie and supermarché we noticed something that's different. The closing times! Everything was already closed by that time but didn't put much weight on it, in the end it's cool that they were already done with the work for the day.
So lost in the maze of little streets suddenly a peculiar building catch our attention, popping up from the narrow view. Wait what is that? A colosseum??And it was, not as big as the one in Rome but beautiful in it's way and almost completely intanct. The Arena of Arles stand in front of us. We didn't do much research on Arles before getting there, other than knowing that was the town where Van gogh painted and stayed for some years of his life. Such a nice and unexpected surprise.The sunset was closing in making the shadows on the Arena glow with this orange light creating a striking contrast with the already dark inner hallways.Then we went on to dinner, because as the shop close early so do the restaurants! So the walk continued after the meal and if you can tell even tought the low resolution photos there was a certain magic to the walk close the river.Then the night came as we walked into it, the moon smiled. Fond memories.
Arles is really a nice town to visit, I was there in september and there wasn't so many people. Plus it is a very convinient point to explore the Camargue wetlands wich is a very peculiar place where you want get the best beaches but in those marshes there's a lot of bike trailes where you can observe the Flamingos elegantly walking and flying.
Camargue is the name of the endemic horses that you can find here.