Security cage

I don't think it was designed to keep the world safe from Tricia and Ruadh but part of an imminent bull-run.
An early morning coffee in Uzes was interrupted by a thunderstorm with one clsoe strike that terrifed Ruadh into running away. The heavily pregnant H spotted it and caught her whilst we were totally unaware.
On then to the Camargue and Saintes-Maries de la Mer for a brief lunch and then back towards Arles where we were staying for the night, a really pretty well restored farm house about five kilometres outside town which suited us well.
The centre of Arles itself was full of character with both impressive Roman remains, narrow streets and squares full of out-door restaurants.