Nîmes

Saturday, we had an errand to run in Nîmes, which is only about 30 minutes from where we are staying (that is, when you don't get lost looking for the shop you are trying to find, in which case it's an hour away). So we also walked around the arena:


But this was Benjamin's favorite part of Nîmes. He took his driving very seriously, too. Never cracked a smile once, kept his hands on the wheel, and his eyes on the motorcycle in front of him. It's true that you just can't trust those motorcycles in France.