“Who else has walked here, on the top of the Roman Arena?” I ask myself.
When I wander in old cities like Arles I can’t help imagining how life was back then, when this city was new. All the love stories and tragedy that must have taken place underneath these rooftops..
This city in the French provence is so alluring with it’s pale sky and colorful housing. No wonder why van Gogh went here to get inspired. In 1888 he wrote to his brother:
Because I have never had such a chance, nature here being so extraordinarily beautiful. Everywhere and all over the vault of heaven is a marvellous blue, and the sun sheds a radiance of pale sulphur, and it is soft and as lovely as the combination of heavenly blues and yellows in a Van der Meer of Delft. I cannot paint it as beautifully as that, but it absorbs me so much that I let myself go, never thinking of a single rule.