The rest of our days in the Provence area were spent visiting (Alice, on Monday) EMSE-Gardanne, a concentration camp museum in an old tile factory (Randy, on Monday) and the historic small city of Arles (both, on Tuesday). Alice's main professional objective for the south of France was to reconnect with Professors Claude Yugma and Stephane Dauzere-Peres, whom she met at the 2012 research colloquium that they hosted at their campus. EMSE is a branch of a mining and technical university that is in Gardanne, France (just southeast of Aix en Provence) and which specializes in microelectronics. The campus is small but the laboratories are world class and the students and faculty interact heavily with the industries in the region. Alice is hoping to develop a National Science Foundation proposal with EMSE that would bring cohorts of U.S. students to their campus each summer to conduct research.
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The compact but excellent campus of EMSE in Gardanne |
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Some of the seminar audience - mostly graduate students and a few faculty members |
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Stephane Dauzere-Peres (left) and ClaudeYugma (right) treated Alice to a nice lunch after the seminar and laboratory tour |
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The starter was shrimp and apple salad |
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The men had the daily beef special while Alice had fish and vegetables - all delicious |
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Desert was irresistible - amazing chocolate mousse |
Randy enjoyed his several hours learning about the situation near Gardanne during World War II, made even more interesting by the fact that his father was in the military in France during that time and may have even been in the building that Randy visited.
Evening found us eating at a local Lyonaise style food place, Les Deux Bouchons, recommended
by our host family. This proved pretty tasty. We split a Lyon style
lardon salad which was mighty delicious. Alice had a cheese and
mushroom homemade ravioli while Randy chose a beef dish. We drank a
glass of Beaujolais wine each as recommended by our host, Gerard. The
waiter managed to stain Randy's shirt and jacket with some spilled meat
juice so the friendly owner served us some digestive liquor made from
mint and verbena from his garden followed by a fairly old Armagnac.
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The quaint restaurant in the nearby village of Calas |
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The interior - it got fuller with diners later - the French in this area eat rather late |
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Alice's main course of ravioli stuffed with cheese and served in a truffle sauce with grilled vegetables |
Our last full day in the area was spent visiting Arles, about 45 minutes away. This is well known for its Roman ruins and being the home, for a number of years, of Vincent Van Gogh. We especially wanted to visit because at this time the museum is hosting a special Van Gogh Live exhibit that had recently opened. We found Arles pretty nice and liked the exhibit but then left to explore some backgrounds. We happened upon a road running east from Arles to Saint-Martin-de-Crau that was apparently the main road until the highway was built. This road was lined with huge trees for many miles and was breathtaking and unique in that regard. We stopped along the way for a picnic in the car (it was exceedingly windy).
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The Republic Square in Arles with its old but plain Egyptian obelisk |
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Lion detail on the fountain which forms the foundation of the obelisk |
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The well known church of Arles - Saint Trophime - which is noted for its carvings. This church dates from the 12th century and was closed for lunch (about three hours) when we visited |
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Carving over the portal |
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More detailed and solemn (if not scary) carvings |
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A rather sad sight - a Roman column stuck in parking lot |
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Remains of the Roman theater where performances are still given |
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Like many sites in Turkey there are a few columns standing which give you a glimpse of the glory of the place 2000 years ago |
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We saw a dead ringer for General Charles de Gaulle on the streets of Arles - note the hat |
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The long and incredibly beautiful stretch of tree lined roadway leading east of Arles to Saint-Martin-de-Crau - take this, not the motorway |
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