The Pont du Gard, near Remoulins in Provence- I first saw it in spring, 1982, when I visited my parents when they were holidaying in France. Many years before, my father had told me about a bridge with no railings a couple of hundred feet above the river below…. little did I know it was the Pont du Gard, and that I would be seeing it.
In the early 80s my father had bought a Talbot Solara, and I still remember bowling along the banks of the Rhone in that car, and suddenly there it was – that magnificent ancient aqueduct.
Here’s a view (this one taken some years later, in the early evening:
Although I have been to this place a number of times, I will always remember my first view of it from the banks of the Rhone near Remoulins. Because I had been captivated by stories of this bridge with no railings, I wanted to go myself. And in the early 1980s you still had access to the structure from the hillside.
Here’s a view under one of the lower arches:
People used to walk across the top of it, and as I was crawling across (I don’t like heights but was determined to do this), I remember seeing a Frenchwoman in heels, child piggybacking on her back, strolling nonchalently across. We are talking about a 200 foot drop to the river below, and no railings…!
For those that didn’t want to be out in the open at that height, you could walk through the water channel- alas, I didn’t take any images.
This is a view from part way up, in the evening light – I didn’t take any at the top!
After that first visit, I saw it twice more, and this is the best image in my view- the Pont du Gard in the evening light.
I feel privileged to have been able to get onto the top of this edifice, and to have walked through the water tunnel.