After leaving such a beautiful and peaceful setting we departed the cloister
and walked past more Roman ruins in the forest. I fancied I could sense the ghosts of romantic trysts in the trees for something seemed to sparkle in the air. I was mindful of how artists have waxed
prosaic of the light in Provence. There was something compelling about this
place. We climbed and climbed until we came to the top of Les Alpilles, a
mountain ridge covered in pine trees. Here we stretched out. My heart soared
in the sunlight and blue sky. White horses with riders passed us. We became so
hard hit by the Mistral that I felt if I leaned into it I would be supported it as it seemingly
Les Baux De Provence From Les Alpilles
exceeded 100 km per hour in places. As if this sparkling day was not
enough we descended down the backside of
a ridge to an historic village called Les Baux De Provence. This town of stone
is set dramatically on a rocky outcrop and dates back as far as 6,000 BC. The
place has a long and fascinating history but by 1632 it was ordered demolished
because of its Protestant affiliations and granted to the country of Monaco. This entitlement lapsed with the death of Princess Caroline’s grandfather. The population now is about 400 people. Modern art was displayed on some of the standing
walls with the interesting effect of the past setting off the present. The place is
very charming and has a surreal quality as if it is a movie set but no, this is
what it has looked like for centuries.