Cours Mirabeau Review

In 1876, in memory of the French revolutionary Count Mirabeau, this avenue was named after him. Sprinkled with garden plants, the fountain sculpture Avenue resembles a large garden, starting from the round Pavilion fountain in the West and ending at Forman Square in the east. It is 440 meters long and 42 meters wide. It is surrounded by the cultural and commercial center of Aix. Platanus trees are planted on both sides of the main road. Old Renaissance apartments, restaurants, bars and boutiques were all around the streets. The environment is pleasant and the scenery is beautiful. This street is also the dividing line between Villecomtale on the north side of the old town of Ax and Quartier Mazarin on the south side of the new town of Mazaran. It's five minutes'walk from the railway station.

In the center of the street stands a large fountain, which is the most lively place in Provence. On both sides of the road are cafes and ice-cream shops. The Lavender ice-cream, Macaron and pizza are very delicious. There are three famous fountains in the street that deserve to be enjoyed.

On Mirabeau Boulevard, local residents love to come here for a walk and coffee. Have a leisurely day. There is a very large fountain on Mirabeau Boulevard.

Ancient streets, cafes, restaurants, shops in the south, the most famous is the double waiter! There are famous local fountains on the road, and there are bazaars every Tuesday, April and June mornings. Here is a collection of appreciation, travel, shopping in one!

Ax, once the capital of Provence, has a magnificent style, but it is very close to the coast of the blue, the beauty of art. Mirabo Boulevard, a landmark in the center of the town, is lined with medieval architecture shops. Shuanglong Cafe, which has been operating for more than 200 years, has witnessed the entrance of celebrities and sages, and has heard Cezanne's and Zola's talks and laughter. The traces of time are still clear in the streets and walls of the old city. The lanes are narrow and shadows are dim; the shelters are denuded and storms rage. Living and inheriting, like the ancestors, in the quiet years, no regrets to stay with their homeland. Cezanne is to Exx what Van Gogh is to Alle. Cezanne, who was born and buried in Exx, was fortunate for the small town.