Yesterday

From the modern art gallery, you decide to go to the Musee de Beaux Arts, which promises many pinting from the 'Old Masters'. In fact, there is little you like very much - you are probably not in an Art Mood. The best thing is a Roman Mosaic that had been unearthed during some development in Nimes and moved here. It is huge and intricate, with a central panel of figures (though the story represented is obscure) and many other smaller panels, each with a geometric pattern of many colours.

You like a painting of Cromwell looking into Charles I's coffin. You only recognise the subject after reading the label, and it is only then that you see that there is a pink gap between neck and head.

After finishing here you are exhausted and ready to drop. You have a reviving coffee at a bar next to the station and read another chapter of Middlemarch.

Your train back to the airport is about to leave, but you see the American tour group you had met earlier in the Ampitheatre. They are talking loudly about the evening's entertainment, which sounds intriguing. Something to do with Basque dancing and horses.