Another night of buffeting and wondering where the tent would end up.  Always worse when in the tent at night, compared to outside in the morning.  Today did the works at the local grockle spot of Les Baux De-Provence.  Here there was a fortified hill that was rather carved out of the limestone more than built.  Free to visit the village which consisted of shops and restaurants.  Cost five Euros to park in the village or the roads leading up. Energetic scrooges could park a little further out and walk a little more.  Parked in the village, early birds, bought the works, visited the ruins, watched the treblechon, photographed the rocks and even a Dragonfly.

Took a look around a gallery, after the mandatory French lunch, which for the Brits, who are not used to large lunches, was a baguette.  The gallery by some possibly famous French Provence artist was of pictures of the Provence and his tour around other countries which seem to have excluded the UK.  What more can I tell you about him, he was born in 1907, and lived to 1990, and met Picasso in Nice.

Short walk down the road took us to an excavation in the limestone.  The excavation was underground, and carefully done to leave smooth plat square surfaces.  Projectors then projected (what else do they do) images onto the walls. These were Van Gogh & Gaugin set to music, and an excellent sequence of the seasons, and elements of the earth (you know Earth, Wind, Fire, Water).  Was quite spectacular, pictures to be processed and posted at some stage.

Back to the town, dehydrated, and few beers better, went shopping for supper.  Good thing we bought all we required, the rest in the larder was being raided by the smallest ants I have ever seen.