Beans in the South of France

Luckily, I'm going to the south of France with my mom for 2 weeks to take cooking classes. What this will entail, I have no clue. I don't think it's going to be technically-oriented. I predict a lot of wine-nipping and herb-sniffing and very little hard labor. Either way, no complaints here. The last time I was in the south of France, I was 16 doing an exchange program through my highschool. I lived with an awesome family-- at the time I regarded their refusal to refrigerate milk, cheese, and eggs as a reflection of their laissez-faire awesomeness. Later I realized that no one in France refrigerates perishables. It is considered highly uncouth I believe. Nevertheless, they were cool, helmed by a tiny artist father, who, had he rolled his paintbrushes up in his beret, lit them on fire and smoked them through his ass while riding a unicycle, could NOT have been more stereotypically French.



My point here is-- and watch out because there was no indication that the point was going to be anywhere in this vicinity-- we'll be staying in Arles but venturing out to Nimes, Avignon, and anyplace else with something worth seeing and/or eating. So if anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to pass them along via email or comments below. That's right. I said something genuine, something not intended to make ribaldry, nor mirth. Suck it.