From the moment I stepped aboard the Ravel in Avignon, the rhythm of life shifted. Over the course of the week, we’d wind past timeless towns—Tarascon, with its brooding castle; Arles, where Van Gogh’s palette still feels alive; Châteauneuf-du-Pape, as intoxicating in story as in taste; and on northward through Viviers and Tain l’Hermitage before disembarking in Lyon.
