We've become real country bumpkins, used to our quiet lanes and empty villages. Our side of France, tourists have long gone, but in the hot, dry south of Provence the French, Americans, Italians, Germans, Scandinavians, English and Japanese are still in holiday mood and milling round the star attractions.
So we visited Aigues-Mortes, Arles, Avignon, Les Baux, the Roman aqueduct of Pont du Gard and Saintes Maries de La Mer in the Carmargue along with the world and his wife and his dog. We ate exotic flavoured ice creams (lemon meringue pie the favourite), strolling with the throng window shopping, marvelling at the number of street cafes and restaurants (how could they all stay in business?) and trying to take in a bit of history and scenery along the way. Next time we'll come "out of season" (if there is such a thing).
Our hotel, with its individual houses and three swimming pools nestling among oleander bushes, was our place of sanctuary and good food.
In the brisk wind, the swimming pools and the Med, were too cold to do more than dip toes into, despite the heat of the days. We've become soft and spoilt with our own warm pool on "our" side of France.
Our Hotel outside Nîmes
Palace of the Popes - Avignon
Pont du Gard
Saintes Maires de La Mer
Our hotel: L'Enclos des Lauriers Roses