|Looking out from Menerbes|
|Every town has a belltower, ringing out the hours.|
We had to be back so Alan could go to a meeting at 10am, but after lunch he was free until dinner. We have given up on getting our maps, so we set out first to Apt to buy one (and some diesel) before driving around a little. It was getting cloudy (it is supposed to rain Friday and Saturday), but not raining. We left Apt and headed on a little back road (with our new map!) to Saignon, which has a very cool rock jutting up at the end of it’s mountain spur, with the town nestled below it. We didn’t stay long, but I am sure we will come back for another look when the light is better.
|Alan in a bories|
The town of Cereste, built in Roman times along the Domitian Way that linked Rome to the Rhone delta, became our turn-around point for this trip. Not nearly as touristy (or pretty!) as others we had seen, I really wanted to see the Pont-Romain, a bridge which is not actually Roman but medieval. We kept looking aand looking, with me thinking that it would surely be obvious, a big old famous bridge, when we finally went down this road and around a bush and there the tiny thing was! Maybe twenty feet across and barely one car wide, it made a little arch over a creek. We laughed and laughed as we drove across it, turned around, and drove home.