Yesterday after scoffing my gluten free cruskits coated with copious quantities of apricot jam….my forced version of a terrace petit dejeuner ,we headed off from Graveson (St Remy du Provence) to the ruins of Glanum. Now Roman ruins are just that….but you cannot help being amazed at both their building skills & how far advanced they were….2000 years ago. Situated in a strategic mountain pass, they built the city of Glanum…containing peasant houses & what we would call luxury homes complete with indoor pools & baths. The romans brought their wine making skills to france and one of the premises in the city was a wine smoking facility..which enabled them to store the wine for periods…..much as we do today except we use chemical preservatives.
Water from the local spring was channelled under the main street ( its still there complete with running water )and most homes & buildings would have had a supply of fresh water. The streets also had side channelling to cope with the heavy rain sometimes experienced in the area.
Stone circular wash basins are still in evidence strangely reminisent of current italian styled bathroom fittings!. The original well that would have supplied backup still to be seen. Overall its a humbling site to wander around especially if you can visit it without the hordes of tourists that would be there in peak season. We left the ruins quietly thinking about life in Roman times…..

Back on the road again we headed off in the direction of Montpellier, skirting around and across some of the low lying marshland and tidal land which makes up the area known as the Carmague. Its home to the french wild white horses and also the flocks of pink flamingoes which feed in the shallow water. We passed closeby to the town of Sete..much wrtten about in books…and onto Cape d’Adge.
Last evening we had an evening meal at a restaurant…it also was the occasion of one of Martines sisters birthday…and as the area is renown for its fish restaurants. ..we ended up in a place on a pier,very close to the seafront. Now bruce is not really a fishy person….and as long as the fish is fish if you get my meaning..I can usually cope….however my scottish irish ancestry came out when I desperately looked around my large plate for the pomme de terre
the only sign of a potatoe was a small shrivelled up chip….which certainly presented bruce with the ultimate challenge of how to cut it into minute pieces to make it spin out. And I almost forgot to mention I had to swallow quickly the entree of goose liver which is certainly an aquired taste….
However this morning is bright hot clear blue day in the south of france….& to the west on the far distant horizon I can see my beloved Pyrenees……..sadly not to be visited on this trip.
Historically, cape d’Adge originally was nothing but a low lying swampy mosquito infested area…which more than 30 years ago was seized by developers who created the huge resort town it is today…it having also gained some notoriety from the parallel development of one of Europe’s biggest naturists resorts.
However I can safely report that neither le petit hotel nz operators are of that following….anyway the temperatures back in Christchurch as just a little on the chilly side for such experiments!