On your way from the overpriced parking garages, you'll pass a Provençal scene played out with cinematic flair yet still authentic: the perpetual game of pétanque outside the Café de la Place. A sun-weathered pack of men (as for the lack of women playing this game anywhere, you're welcome to your own discussions of sexism) in caps, cardigans, and workers' blues—occasionally joined by a passing professional with tie and rolled-up sleeves—gathers under the massive plane trees and stands serene, silent, and intent to roll metal balls across the dusty square. Until his death, Yves Montand made regular appearances here, participating in this ultimate southern scenario.
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