Andy Steves learned about traveling overseas when other kids were in preschool. Now, 29, he’s founded his own travel company and has, not too surprisingly, written a guidebook.
Source: Meet the new generation of travel guru: Andy Steves | The Seattle Times
Just a bit more about “Carrieres de Lumieres” in Les Bause, and the unique multimedia exhibition of Marc Chagall.
From the program notes:
Produced by Culturespaces, with the assistance of Marc Chagall Committee, and directed by Gianfranco Iannuzzi, Renato Gatto and Massimiliano Siccardi with the musical collaboration of Luca Longobardi, this show provides an opportunity to rediscover the significant work of Marc Chagall, artist of Russian origin and French nationality, acquired in 1937.
Digitized and projected on 5000 m² of Carrières de Lumières with walls up to 14 meters high, this new multimedia exhibition is conceived as a journey through the major stages in the creation of Marc Chagall.
I see one of my favorite singers in the world this Friday at the outdoor Arena of Nîmes.
Can’t wait!
L’Isle Sur La Surgue is a wonderful “island city” at the foot of the Vaucluse plateau. A river surrounds the town, and we kayaked for a few hours, taking a break to swim (the water was tres froid !)
In the video below, we are arriving at the most shallow end of the river, where the water was barely knee-high.
You can hear the song of les ciagles chirping in the background and perhaps a little of Linda singing Thomas Ferson’s “Les Papillons.”
After our paddle, we walked a bit through town (there’s hundreds of antique dealers – fortunately we were driving a tiny Fiat so we could not be tempted.)
There were more local villagers who came to our Bastille Day party than could fit at one dining table, so we needed to add an extra table from our downstairs apartment. Three men from three different countries carried a rectangular table up three flights of narrow spiral steps. We good-naturedly grunted our directions to each other “back up, go forward, ouch, turn, turn more, put it down, shit, twist, one more floor” in our respective languages. Somehow, it worked. I must say, While I am quite useless speaking any language but English, I’ve always had a talent for moving furniture, so I represented the USA with great skill and dignity in this soon-to-be Olympic event. Many bottles of wine later, we repeated our table carry – this time returning the table down the stairs.
There were no injuries to my new friends, nor to the table, and it was one of the best parties I’ve ever attended.
We made many new friends among the dozen of villagers at the table including the local painter known to his friends as “No No” (we dress alike, see below) and the town judge Noel, whose friendship we may need before we leave.
Beneath my dining room window. The morning after the attack, life goes on in this tiny village in Provence.
