“Pack-Mule” here. I can vouch for Beth’s earlier post. Avis completely bungled our car rental and we’re darn lucky that a scuba license counts as an official form of identification or else neither of us would be driving the car we got stuck with.

Upon arriving in St. Remy de Provence, we went to lunch at a great little restaurant/cafe just inside the city center. Beth had an amazing salad with heirloom tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, prosciutto, lettuce, and various fruits. I was quite jealous, but she was nice enough to share.

Beth Looking French-chic in Provence

Beth Looking French-chic in Provence

The Seasonal Salad

The Seasonal Salad

My favorite part of our introduction to St. Remy, however, was the graffiti on a pedestrian underpass which we walk through whenever we head into town. It’s obvious that the same person wrote all of the following messages (maybe even all at once), and they’re completely non sequitor.

Aliens Are Watching You

Aliens Are Watching You

Logos Suck

Logos Suck

Eminem Iz Not Dead

Eminem Iz Not Dead

And my personal favorite…

2008 Sucks Ass

2008 Sucks Ass

Maybe his girlfriend left him, or he got a bad batch of wine? I don’t know…