A few weekends back, Elizabeth, Carmen, and I went on a little day trip to les Baux. It was lovely.
Moussanes, or the smallest village in France. Ever. Both the lady who sold us bread and the lady who sold us soup were thoroughly confused as to why would end up there. Truth be told, we were there because the bus doesn't stop in les Baux, and this is the closest we could get.
Elizabeth and Carmen in their natural states.
We found a nice vantage point during our 3km walk from Moussanes to les Baux. And we almost got knocked over by a gust of wind into a rocky ravine. About fifteen times.
Les Baux.
Les Baux. Ten points to anyone who thinks, "Hey, didn't Christin already write a post about going to les Baux?" Yeah, this picture's about the same.
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