Goodbye Lacoste

I was going to post a great sunset picture collaged with a exiting Lacoste sign to get that combined symbolism and overpowering sentimentality that everybody here is feeling. Butt I don't think that you need that sort of crap. And I had to delete all the pictures on the computers before I leave.

Maybe I should have posted some pictures of the minor car accident we got in today on the way to Arles. We had to do it sometime so we thought, "How about we almost die on our last day in France? Yea!" Anyway, we were sideswipped by a truck turning left. There was only cosmetic damage and frayed nerves so we continued on after exchanging some gobbly gook (French) with the jovial fellows. Here is a true fact for mass consumption: driving in Arles sucks. Another: parking in Avignon sucks. Two of my least favorite activities and especially in France. No more frenchy driving for me.

So in the Pinter tradition whenever something is ending, here goes:
Worst part of Lacoste: No Marigold for nine weeks.
Best part of Lacoste: Learning French. Just kidding, I didn't learn any French. Je suis américain afterall. Really, the beauty of everything: the valley, the mountains, the architecture, the flowers, the history, the grapevines, the sunsets and sunrises, etc., etc.