Right now there's a huge photography festival happening in Arles. All over town, museums, churches, and all sorts of public places have become temporary galleries. At night, sheets are hung from the walls and photos are projected onto them.
Our new friends Peter, Nathalie, and Eliot invited us to join them for an evening of festivities in a section of town called La Roquette. Because we had Anna with us, our evening ended just when things were heating up, but we had a great time until then. Another friend of theirs, Nina, was performing. She covered a lot of great songs, from Radiohead to Neil Young to Portishead.
Les Images sont a la Roquette (The pictures are at La Roquette).
The lovely Nathalie.
At the bar.
Eliot et la flamant rose (Eliot and the flamingo).
Every year 10,000 flamingos come to the Camargue. I'm guessing this isn't one of them, but perhaps he's a fan?
Little, tiny photos tied to a grate.
Yet another reason to love France — wine for $2 a glass (decent wine, for that matter!).
The man on the left is walking around with photos concealed under flaps on his sandwich board. The man on the right was cooking dinner and came out to have a look.
Only a French man can get away with this.
Or this.
Checking out the action.
Nina, la chanteuse.
A bed, on a purple carpet, in the middle of the square for resting on (or under) while enjoying the festivities.
This bar comes to you.
Selfie with the girl.
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