This past weekend Cornel and I had a long holiday weekend we decided to leave cold and rainly Clermont-Ferrand and head South...to where else...the beach. It is never a hard choice when we decide to go to the beach, it is always Palavas next to Montpellier, a small town on the Mediteranean Sea.
We set out on our three hour drive and arrived right at lunch time so we headed out to the boardwalk and to our favorite restaurant. And what else do you eat at the seaside in France..sea snails of course. Even though they look a little strange; they are very good just remember to remove the little suction cup at the bottom.

After lunch, we finally headed out to the beach where I really tested the pregnant/fat game. Luckily no one threw me into the ocean thinking I was a beached whale. We enjoyed a nice afternoon at the beach and then headed to our hotel in Montpellier to enjoy a bit of the night.
Montpellier is a really beautiful town and unique in it's architecture in the fact that it is truly divided between Old Town and New Town. There are replicas of famous statues all over the city, and there is always something going on in the Place de l'Opera, be it dancers or singers; comedians...always some sort of entertainment. We took a seat at a cafe and enjoyed the shows.

After sitting for a while, we decided to get some dinner. We walked around for what seemed like hours since I let Cornel pick the restaurant. We walked by so many restaruants that looked so delicious but our search continued. Finally we arrived at our destinantion...Italian! Why not, since we had just been to Italy..but I guess anytme is a good time for pizza!


Early the next morning we set back out to Palavas and had petite déjeuner à la français. Coffee with croissants, pain au chocolat and a toasted baguette all with butter and jam. There is nothing special in the breakfast...but we had an amazing view...


After breakfast we headed to the beach...we had planned to stay there all day enjoying the sun that we don' see very often.


We weren't there very long before the craziest fog swept across the beach. It was still hot, just foggy. In all the years I had been to the beach I had never seen anything like it before.

Since there was no point in staying in a foggy beach, we decided to pack it up. It was still morning and we didn't go home...so we set out for Nîmes. A town in the region of Provence that I had seen on TV and wanted to visit. Since it was only 50 KM from Montpellier, we decided to head out.
In France, you have to options when it comes to road travel...the National Road (RN) which are free or the highway where you can pay your life in tolls, so we headed on the National Roads. The drawback is that if you are in a hurry you can add up to a few hours on to your trip, but if you have the time and feel like discovering...you get to visit the small villages spread throughout the country.
Which as exactly the case, driving to Nîmes we came across a town called Lunel which was having their annual San Fermin Festival called Pescelalune. It is their version of Pamplona and they celebrate with the running of the cows (yes you read this correctly) with horns tied on their head. There is no need to be cruel to animals afterall.


The streets were filled with people and there was live music everywhere, and of course souvenir Toros!

The most random thing of the trip was seeing the Statue of Liberty in Lunel.

And yes, while I know the statue of Liberty was a gift from the French and they even have a small one in Paris...but I never expected to see one in LUNEL!
After this small detour, we headed back to our original destination of Nîmes. When I had seen it on TV, I saw this thing that looked like the Coliseum and wanted to see it! Apparently, Nîmes is very well known for the bullfights and the running of the bulls; similar to Pamplona.


It is also an ancient Roman village and still has the Gladiator Arena as well as the Roman temples. It is a strange mix of Italy and Spain in the south of France.


We started off by going on a tour of the arena, which is very well preserved. It has been everything from a gladiator arena to present day bullfighting ring and concert hall.


During the tour you also get to go underneath the Arena to visit the bullfighting and gladiator exhibits...


Here I am with the famous Nimeño II, a bullfighter from Nîmes who is apparently very famous.

And I have to admit that Cornel was much more enthusiastic when running away from the bull. If I ever go to Pamplona, I will surely die!


This concluded the tour of the Arena and we headed out to watch the 3D show at the Roman temple...

but not before taking one more picture with Nimeño II.


After a full day in Nîmes we decided to have some dinner before driving the four hours back to Clermont-Ferrand. We had a typical Provence dinner at "Le Paseo"...

The thing I love the most about Nîmes, besides the history and the sightseeing, was that everywhere there was a strange mix of Spanish and French...and finally I felt at home, since when I don't know the French word...I try to fake it with a Spanish one. I can't wait to visit more of Provence and enjoy more of the south of France.