Today was a day of travel. Leaving Aix-en-Provence, we headed to our penultimate destination and hotel. We gradually edged away from the water, although we traded that privilege for the Alps. However, eventually, as we approached Lyon, its three rivers appeared: the Saône, the Rhône, and, its pride and joy, the Beaujolais. Whilst the Beaujolais doesn’t directly run through Lyon, the Lyonnais enjoy its eminence.

Halfway through the roadtrip, we stopped at Pont du Gard, a close to 2000-year-old Roman aqueduct that supplied its water to Nîmes. The architectural and sculptural masterpiece is almost laughable in contrast to the wimpy river that it divides. That’s what one would think if they didn’t see all the swimmers. When watching people diving off rocks and canoeing, one realizes that the river is actually rather large; it’s that the aqueduct is just so breathtakingly huge that one’s mind portrays an illusion of the river being smaller—a comparison only to exemplify the immensity of the Pont du Gard.

After walking along a bridge added just before the Napoleonic Era, we each grabbed some food and took shelter from the heat. I chose to go to the museum, which had a relatively eerie atmosphere. It was empty—even at its peak season. However, for something that seemed somewhat spectral, the design was of beautiful taste. The theater is how all theaters should be designed, although only a few people got to experience it. Max said that it seemed as if the government had money thrown at a potential tourist funnel, and thus born this now-desolate museum.

We then headed again to Lyon and were treated to a delicious three-course dinner (again). The rooms were luxurious. My room has this two-door, antique look and balcony, looking onto the Lyon train station. Absolutely gorgeous.

That’s it for tonight.