Boardwalk, Cannes.

Outside the perfume factory (Grasse).

Nicholas is turning orange.

Outside the casino in Monaco, where the children were turned away.

Port of Nice.

Our hotel in Nice.

Sur la pont, sans the danse.

Sur la pont, d'Avignon, yada yada, yada yada.

Day trip to Cannes. Could not find Johnny Depp's hand prints, despite several hours of searching.

Dinner at the Hotel Nord Pinus (Nicholas likes saying the name).

Crankin out the copy.

Another view of, um, our charming hotel.

Back at, you guessed, our charming hotel.

Good thing those horses agreed to stand there while we got in all our shots.

Yup, more horses.

Posing with the horses.

Wild horses of the Camargue (couldn't drag me away). Vandals seem to have defaced one.

The Musee de Sel (I'm not making this up).

Caroline upon the salt flats.

Posing with salt.

The Camargue produces 80% of France's salt.

Our guides.

Monter a chavalle.

The Mas St Bertrand, in La Camargue, where we went horseback riding.

Flamingos as far as they eye can see.

La Camargue, home of 50% of the world's flamingos.

More damned Arles charm.

Arles seen from the Arena.

Rooftops of Arles.

Arles Arena.

Roman-era arena, Arles.

The goat we ate later that night.

La marche, Arles.

We have now photographed this hotel from every angle.

Breakfast in Arles.

Hotel de Ville.

Arles centre.

La piscine!

Courtyard of the nauseatingly charming Hotel d'Arlatan.

Cafe de la Nuit, immortalized by van Gogh.

Kids's room, Hotel d'Arlatan.

Grownups' room, Hotel d'Arletan.

Our sexy voiture. Picked up in Carcassonne for our journey to Arles and then Nice.

Just a normal family out to dinner.