As I mentioned in my previous post, our planned tour to Gordes and Roussillon was unexpectedly canceled. We quickly shifted gears and booked tickets on the high-speed train to Arles instead. On the morning of our excursion, however, we discovered our train would be delayed by more than two hours. Not wanting to waste a beautiful morning in Provence, we changed plans once again and hopped on a bus to
Saint-Rémy-de-Provence.
One of the reasons we chose our hotel in Avignon was its convenient location between the train station and the central bus station. That decision paid off, allowing us to adjust our itinerary on the fly with minimal hassle. Since Arles, Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, and several other Provençal towns were already on our list of places to explore, the last-minute change felt less like a setback and more like an unexpected opportunity.
Many of the Provençal towns host weekly markets on designated days, transforming their streets and town squares into lively open-air marketplaces. As luck would have it, we arrived in Saint-Rémy-de-Provence on a Wednesday—the very day the town hosts its weekly market. It was the first thing that greeted us as we stepped off the bus, with stalls stretching through the town center and a vibrant atmosphere that immediately captivated us.
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| Sausage, anyone? |
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| Love the lavender! |
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| Olive plants and garlic |
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| And of course, cheese :-) |
After picking up some local herbs and lavender products, we followed the 1-kilometer Van Gogh Trail from the tourist office to
Saint-Paul-de-Mausole, the former monastery-turned-asylum where Vincent van Gogh spent a year. During his stay, he created around 150 paintings inspired by the surrounding Provençal landscapes. Along the trail, reproductions of his artworks stand at the very spots where he painted, allowing visitors to see Saint-Rémy-de-Provence through the artist's eyes.
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| Wheat Field with Cypress |
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| Almond blossom |
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| Olive trees |
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| Approaching the monastery/asylum |
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| Where he painted irises |
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| Ticket booth |
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| Irises |
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| Statue of Van Gogh |
I was hesitant about touring the asylum. When I finally decided to go in, I found myself almost completely alone. Most visitors had already gone outside, leaving only another couple wandering the quiet hallways. The stillness gave the place an eerie atmosphere. When I reached Van Gogh's room, I only peeked inside—I couldn't bring myself to step in. Silly, I know, but the empty room and quiet corridors made me feel a little uneasy.
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| Hallway leading to Van Gogh's room |