Ancient town of Arles
We boarded a train in the St. Charles station in Marseille in the dark and I panicked. Was this the right train? It looked more like a local train that a TGV. Moments before we left the station, I hopped out of my seat and asked a passenger, "Is this train going to Arles?" She didn't know. Her friend thought so. Brewster, always so calm and level-headed, pulled up a google map. "Mom, it's cool. We're on the right train. Arles is in the direction of Perpignan, the last stop of this train."My adrenaline dissipated and I relaxed. Sadie dealt a hand of cards and we played "President" for the entire 45 minute train ride to Arles. I realized this card game is the same as a drinking game I played in college called "Asshole". The only difference is there are no sips of keg beer between tricks and the A-hole in President is called "Shmole". Our family loves to play cards and it is a integral part of our travel.The three of us walked into the old town of Arles from station easily arriving at our hotel a little after 8pm. Our hotel was located in Forum Square which used to be the political and religious center of Roman Arles. 
There are bistros lining the square making it quite the scene especially on a Friday night. We chose a spot to have dinner and enjoyed the perfect evening autumn temperature. Two bummers of that night was that everyone around us smoked. I notice how culturally acceptable it is to smoke in France, but it is not ideal, especially when dining. Secondly, Sadie was catching a cold and cough. These two factors forced us to wrap up our dinner quickly and head back to our hotel room across the square. The weekends are a treat for Sadie as we share a bed. Brewster doesn't mind that tradition either especially when there are just two double beds.The nicest part of Arles is all the sites are compact and accessible by foot. We woke up on Saturday morning and after our croissant and coffee, we headed out to explore. Our first stop was the Saturday market. It was a beautiful array of colors and people! I loved the food and flowers. 
The streets were packed with families and people of all ages shopping for the week. I just learned this new phrase: C'est typiquement français (it's typically French)
There are bistros lining the square making it quite the scene especially on a Friday night. We chose a spot to have dinner and enjoyed the perfect evening autumn temperature. Two bummers of that night was that everyone around us smoked. I notice how culturally acceptable it is to smoke in France, but it is not ideal, especially when dining. Secondly, Sadie was catching a cold and cough. These two factors forced us to wrap up our dinner quickly and head back to our hotel room across the square. The weekends are a treat for Sadie as we share a bed. Brewster doesn't mind that tradition either especially when there are just two double beds.The nicest part of Arles is all the sites are compact and accessible by foot. We woke up on Saturday morning and after our croissant and coffee, we headed out to explore. Our first stop was the Saturday market. It was a beautiful array of colors and people! I loved the food and flowers. The streets were packed with families and people of all ages shopping for the week. I just learned this new phrase: C'est typiquement français (it's typically French)