Some days you just don't want to be where you are. You want to be somewhere else entirely. Arles would do. Here it is, as at looked in June 2000, late afternoon - from the top of the old Roman amphitheater. The balcony in the upper right would do, with the wooden chair. Or perhaps a pastis in the deep shade at the café right in the middle of things. Van Gogh and Gauguin shared a place near here. Ah well, November in Hollywood will have to do. But that was a fine hot day in Arles - a long drive from Avignon with a few hours in St Remy and another stop for a walk around Les Baux, but worth it.
But one must remember that things didn't go well with Van Gogh and Gauguin in Arles. Towards Christmas of their year there Van Gogh snapped - he argued with Gauguin, threw a drink of at him in a bar, the next day stalked him with a straight razor, then hacked off part of his own earlobe and collapsed. A few days later, as the New Year began, he was writing to Gauguin and his brother Theo, telling them to relax - they had made a fuss over something of no great importance. But the neighbors weren't impressed - they insisted that Van Gogh be transferred to a mental hospital in another town - St Remy, actually. The asylum is still there.
Troubles everywhere. Maybe it's best to stay here.