Arles - Museums, monuments, excursions/tours (Broché)

Our heritage takes shape and abides in the place where we are born, where we learn to walk and where we live. In Arles my eyes are master of all they survey, from the unmistakable texture of its soft stone to the silhouettes of its streets, the facades of its houses, the gaze of its windows. I hear Arles : the sound of trains borne on the mistral wind, the sharp crack of a sudden squall, words heard here and nowhere else, noises and murmurs from the Lices, the sound and the fury of the arena, the chiming of the hours.
But Arles can be touched, too : its rugged parapets, smooth marble, cool iron-work.And it can be breathed — the air of the sea and the Camargue hovering over the Rhóne, fig trees in the summer heat, the damp of its mysterious palaces — and endlessly, pleasurably "tasted", from garlic through to aniseed. Its heritage is all this, but it is, too, the enduringly special character of the rebellious, excessive, demanding, indolent, discreet, eccentric people who live among Arles' old stones ; it is the work they do, and the city's history and the history of all these families handed down as local sagas and tales of cultural mixes...
Arles is at once working-class and imperial, rustic and aristocratic, Christian and pagan, modest and proud, classical and traditional, stark and baroque, austere and unbridled. Apollo and Dionysus. In colour an and white.