Years ago, as we were getting lost on our way to Arles, my husband and I ended up in Nimes.    We did not see Arles – at least not on that trip.  Our journey through Provence stopped right in Nimes, which felt immediately like home.   We did not leave until we found a place, our place, where we now spend half the year.   Many of our friends and relatives are somewhat dumbfounded that we chose ... Read Full Article