A trip around the South of France. I must say that, having not yet even accustomed myself to life back in England, being on the continent was a little setback in curing myself of 'the gap year disease', which I fear may have afflicted me fairly badly. Despite all the wonderful experiences I have had this year, I don't want to be yet another poor soul who never ceases to go on about their gap year. Being abroad in another country, still in the time frame counting as 'gap year' (in my opinion, probably until about the end of June), does not lend me much aid as regards my goal.
However, I'm going to have to put aside these reservations for the next however long it takes me to write this.
On arrival at the hotel in Nimes, at about 9am, I slept, my travel sickness pills having left me, as usual, dopey and completely incapacitated. But at 1 o'clock I ventured out to meet my mum for lunch and hat shopping in the centre of the little town, now gearing up for the event of the year, the feria (bull fights).
Just please don't judge me for the amount of Topshop I wore this week. I went on an internet shopping spree, and you know when you get new clothes and have to wear them all at once? Yeah...
Just please don't judge me for the amount of Topshop I wore this week. I went on an internet shopping spree, and you know when you get new clothes and have to wear them all at once? Yeah...
Hat: Mum's, Jumper, Trousers, Shoes: Topshop, Jacket: DKNY |
Jewellery: Not a clue! |
When we were organising to see the Feria, we asked the woman at the ticket office which would be the best fight to see, and of course, she said the final night is the best, with the most experienced or daring Matadors.
You must understand that when we bought these tickets, we had been told that the bulls weren't killed, but as you've probably guessed, when we actually arrived and saw the first of the six fights, we were quite shocked when this man in pink thrust a sword into the bull. It was an interesting experience, but not something I'm going to again!
We stopped off in Orange on the way to the party in Piegon.
It contains one of the most incredible remnants of the Roman Empire:
Then onto Piegon for the party of one of my mum's oldest friends. It was held at beautiful house in the countryside of Piegon, with the most INCREDIBLE view.
Next, onto Avignon.
I had one Black and White day, and one day in my new Maxi
I had such a lovely week, but now I'm going to sleep for about a week; I'm exhausted!!
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You must understand that when we bought these tickets, we had been told that the bulls weren't killed, but as you've probably guessed, when we actually arrived and saw the first of the six fights, we were quite shocked when this man in pink thrust a sword into the bull. It was an interesting experience, but not something I'm going to again!
We stopped off in Orange on the way to the party in Piegon.
It contains one of the most incredible remnants of the Roman Empire:
Topshop |
Next, onto Avignon.
I had one Black and White day, and one day in my new Maxi
Dress, Shoes: Topshop, Hat: Chapellerie in Nimes, (Ignore the socks, I had blisters!) |
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