Pont du Gard is more than just an enormous two thousand year old stone Roman aqueduct. It’s a bridge to the past.
The sight exists in the rural countryside of France and has survived both world wars, the seasonal mistral winds notorious for battering the local landscape and hundreds if not thousands of photo-opts conducted by gaping-mouthed tourists. It stretches over a serene valley populated by honeysuckles and thyme that manage to maintain their vibrant colors even in the dead of winter. The aqueduct’s reflection sways in the rippling water below. Looking into it, it’s easy to imagine the faces of sightseers centuries past staring back.