As most people know or have ascertained, I am a fickle human being.
My new city is Nice, France. The Parisian climate finally got to me, and I decided to hop the fence and see if the grass was any greener. The water is bluer.
I'm here for a French program that starts at the end of September with Université Nice Sophia Antipolis.
New city, new apartment, new school, new men. The possibilities are endless.
I'll update on all things niçoises. For now, to the present.
I'm in the midst of a short weekend trip to Gordes. The sign upon entering the city states, "L'un des plus beaux villages en France." It really is a gorgeous place. Extremely small, but beautiful.
The church is one of the biggest landmarks in the village. Not as impressive as other churches I've seen, but has a quaint grandeur. And, like any other church, it did not forget the most important aspect: riches upon riches. Most of the figures were done up in gold.
The view of the countryside is the most impressive aspect of Gordes, in my opinion. I wish I would have explored all of the surrounding nature, but adventures such as these require some form of transportation, preferably a car. The hills are a bit treacherous for bikers, but I saw a few cyclists.
Parisian cobblestone paths really have nothing on these stone walkways. The incline is so steep that there were a few times my shoe slipped on the stones. If I had lost my balance, my camera would have been the first to go. Stone is one of the main architectural aspects to Gordes, having been used for fortification against enemies. It's awesome that it's still with us today.
If you're looking for an exciting time, Gordes is not the place. But if you're seeking relaxation, I'd say this would be a perfect destination for a bit of shelter against the manmade elements.
