The Arles Photography Festival is in full swing, so you, Damien, Manelle and Stephanie go into town and participate. You enter the old city near some first century Roman ruins (now the Arles Amphitheatre) and wander. You come across an ancient church with a wide, arched doorway to its side and wander in to find a large courtyard, big enough to hold a crowd of 200 - 300 people. A French (?) film is being shown on a screen against the rear wall of the compound. Pourquoi supposez-vous qu'il est Français?: because it is wacky, existential, impenetrable, indecipherable, weighty, hilariously sérieux, with the mysterious appearance of some American Benjies and Death (or the Grim Reaper or some sort of representation of that dressed in black, naturellement). You take all you can take, depart and find the town square, which is buzzing.
Stephanie, Damien, Manelle.
The restaurant Damien wanted is booked solid, and it's late, so we settle for a touristy place next to it. Average food, great atmosphere, lots of people, lots of languages, and you have a two hour dinner. On the way back to the car you pass the church again; le film est terminé, and now the space is set up as a disco. Free (cheap) champagne is being handed out, everyone is dressed up, eurostyle, and you groove to the music for a couple of hours. You get to bed at 4 a.m. Eurostyle!
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