Aix en Provence

So after a much needed nap we decided to force ourselves to overcome the 9 hour time difference between here and home.. the choice? A walk, a beer, some great people watching, and dinner, and did I mention the Rose?

Aix en Provence is a small town trenched in history, its early beginnings date to Roman times and after a few barbarian lords as well as fairly vicious plagues it was Good King Rene who returned Aix to its glory. So as Dwight sits beside me and continues to encourage the history lesson for the blog I am forced to exclude what I am sure you may read on your own, if you so desire, the Revolution, Napoleon and the subsequent misunderstandings with Germany.

We are staying in the middle of the old city, Rue Espariat, the building itself is some 300 hundred years old and I am sure there is not a right angle in it! And obvious lack of elevators..! Good thing we have been working out!

Stairs to the apartment

View from our balcony!

The old town is made up of squares, like most old European cities the central square was the meeting place for important gathering, social and political, and it still is…. we find ourselves drawn to the hustle and bustle of these areas, they have changed for sure… less politics and more white socks and sandles. It does not make them less appealing, its still a wonderful spot, why? Because even though the tourists come and eat, drink, taking pictures, the locals will not relinquish the meaning of place, the reason it was created, the reason it still exists.

A stroll through the town revealed side streets that were mysterious and yet somehow familiar, funny thing is a feel completely comfortable here…. the language, the vibe, the people, and well the food and wine go without saying… OMG…. its only been 1 day! I am in some serious trouble…….!

Till next time …happy chatting….