We arrived in Arles in the evening, tired but curious.
The streets were empty, the shutters closed, but a golden light still lingered on the sand-colored facades.
The Camargue whispered its silence between the treetops and the low roofs.
This was the first stop on our journey between the south of France and the Catalan coast.
A journey to seek, discover, collect.
Objects, yes — but above all stories to inhabit, to bring into VICODE.
Arles, between stone and memory
We didn't visit the amphitheater, nor took pictures of Van Gogh's places.
We took the quietest alleys, followed the smell of old paper and oxidized metal.
True treasures don't scream. They wait.
In a shaded courtyard, under a wooden pergola, a slow and silent market.
No labels, no staged presentation. Just layered time.
The encounter with the amphora
On a pile of worn books she stood.
A light, compact terracotta amphora.
The wide handle, the sloping mouth, the rough and opaque surface like sun-dried sand.
Simple. Perfect.
It looked like a sculpture found by chance.
Or maybe it was put there for us to find.
We lifted her slowly. She was light but present.
It seemed to tell the story of the time lived, without the need for words.
Its beauty lay in its silence, in its balance.
An object, a starting point
That's how it all began.
With an object that seemed to speak the language of VICODE: essential, full of character, alive over time.
We left Arles with the feeling of having lost something—perhaps the slow pace, perhaps a different idea of beauty—but with a first small treasure that reminded us of the reason for our journey.
Our journey to Provence has just begun, but a first treasure is already at home.
✨ Discover our Amphora Camarguaise: a pure shape, with an archaic charm, found between dust and poetry.
