Barbentane

We dropped off Anne and headed to Barbentane (pronounced bar-bonn-tah-nuh). We began walking and saw a nice tunnel. I figured Alan was in charge of this one and I just followed. We walked through a tunnel (upwards). We both said that we felt it and then we got to the end of the tunnel and saw the stairs, straight up some more. The stairs led us to a wonderful view of some old ramparts of the city.

After we looked at that for a bit we began walking the streets. These streets were even more narrow than other places that I have been. I have no idea how one car can fit through them, let alone where the cars park or what happens during the holidays. There was beautiful views from the hilly streets though.



Alan told me that the flags represented the town’s festival. There were French flags and then flags representing the town’s crest, basically. The flags looked very festive. We walked past a few large houses and I was informed that they were not hotels, but mansions.