It's Me, Sara Louise

Do you know what a happy accident is? Well, in case you don’t, it’s like when you stumble across something completely unexpected, and it’s completely wonderful too. For instance, when you find the absolute most perfect pair of shoes, and they end up being like, 30% off… voila… happy accident.

Something like that happened when Disco Gayle was visiting…

We were on our way to spend the weekend at The Husband’s Uncle’s house in Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, and we passed an arch. Although the arch looks like an arch, (and I guess it is) it was actually the gate to an ancient city named, Glanum (and by ancient, I mean  crazy old, like sandals and toga old).

Yeah, looks pretty old doesn’t it? That’s because it is.

To the right is a mausoleum, which for being like 2000 years old, looks pretty darn good (if you like, you can read about both the arch and the mausoleum here).  Let me tell you something, It’s pretty amazing to be driving down the road, looking out the window, spotting this ancient arch and mausoleum, suddenly exclaiming, “holy snooki, what is that?!” And then when you decide that of course you need to stop the car right now, pull over and look for parking, you end up driving right up to the old asylum where that nutty genius Van Gogh used to live.

See… happy accident.

And let me tell you about Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, I think it’s my favorite village in Provence. It’s pretty and charming, and I want to live there (but don’t tell Cassis I said so). And I’m dying to have a nice evening dining outside somewhere, but since Uncle lives there, we dine at his house which isn’t bad at all. You want to know why? Because he happened to be hosting a pizza party when we there (re: happy accident). And here in Provence, we make our own pizzas in outdoor pizza ovens at our pizza parties. And on that night, Uncle made thirteen different pizzas. Thirteen! And both The Husband and Disco Gayle ate a piece from every single one of them. I guess they figured it would be rude not to. For the record, I was rude.

We also went to Arles so we could show Disco Gayle some more old, old stuff. Like that coliseum we’re standing in front of. See, old. 

And since it was Saturday morning, we strolled through the enormous market. And as we did, what did we happen upon… an Irish pub… just in time to watch Ireland play Australia in the Rugby World Cup (again… happy accident). 

And you know what happened? Ireland won.