Black bulls on a Wide Plain

St. Rémy de Provence is everyone’s idea of the quintessential Provençal town: a cafe or two on every corner and a pot of geraniums in every window. On market day Citroën vans carrying precariously - balanced baskets of produce squeeze past one another in their rush to get to a market square strung with red, white & blue flags. The town should be haunted, but isn’t, by the Romans, who built their own town of Glanum, and a cenotaph to their Emperor Augustus’ grandsons, just to the south; or at least by Van Gogh - he spent the last year of his life in St-Rémy’s mental asylum.