Having found myself in Nîmes for work once again, I made an effort to take advantage of the ever-longer days by wandering around and taking a few pictures before the sun went down.
I also ate my dinner (lovingly prepared by the Purrito the night before; thanks, love!) on a bench in the esplanade.
Six hours of trains over the course of two days aside, it was hard to complain too much.
The very-well-preserved-for-being-nearly-2000-years-old arenes de Nîmes. (To be fair, it has apparently been dutifully overhauled and refurbished a number of times)
Founded by veterans of Caesar’s Egypt campaign (thanks for soldiering, here’s your farm), the city seal is a crocodile chained to a palm tree.
The cafés back here are all fairly nice.
Among the other things left behind by the Romans: la maison carée.
Not pictured: dinner.
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