Tuesday morning wakened to a lovely sunny day though the Mistral wind blows and blows unexpectedly – caution with putting the washing on the balcony.
Jan went to the Boulangerie to buy the almond croissant for her and Johnny’s chocolate au pain.
So good to make our own coffee in the filter machine and sit on the expansive balcony overlooking the beautiful parklands and view of the swimming pool we may not get to use as it is just not hot enough yet.
Then we set out for the wondrous 2,000 years old Roman aqueduct – The Pont Du Gard. John felt tingles down his spine as we first saw this huge and stately edifice over the serene river.We were glad to be there in early summer as apparently there are 15,000 visitors a day later!
We enjoyed walking across the lower bridge to the swimming bank where John took the kind of scenic photos he delights in. Have realised Jan is just the ”make a pic of me or us snap kindofgirl”.
The documentary film was so funny – more like a French romance – but we enjoyed the wet roman bath t-shirt display, the legionnaires marching and the portrayal of relaxing by the river over the centuries.
We enjoyed our first beer in France at the restaurant which overlooks the bridge. Then home to have the cheese and ham and tomato with the delicious French bread which is like cake to us! After our siesta we visited the tourist bureau and then tried to get service in the internet cafe but the chap was far too busy on his mobile phone. Luckily I noticed that the cafe was a free wifi spot so later we could check our email on our own computer at our leisure and at no cost!
(Pity the tourist bureau hadn’t told us of that option but the French way is to only offer information when asked! Bit hard when you don’t know the question…)
Our local Shopi supermarket was open hooray (it was closed on Monday due to inventory check) so we could collect our “necessoire’s” but held off on the produce because weds am is the Uzes market.
We enjoyed a wonderful dinner at a restaurant on the ring road. Jan chose well with the Marget duck – a thick breast, tender and juicy. John’s entrecote not so quite…Are we having fun yet we ask??? 
You bet!