Beautiful and difficult is my characterization of my stay in the south of France. I left the easy community of hostel life for the solitude of rural camping. My ignorance and frustration with the French language was monumental. These were lovely people. I wasn't. I lost my sleeping pad. It took me two days to figure out how to communicate and find a replacement. Remember, mattillus gonflas, it just might save your spine someday. What I lacked in sleep, I made up for with asparagus, beets, greens, mushrooms, mussels. I gorged for days. On one side of the camp was the city walls, and on the other side were farmers fields. The campers were nice. They were predominantly young families and seniors with caravans. The view here is the Pope's summer palace. Out of the scene is an amazing and ancient carousel.