I find that one's best moments are often a surprise. At the end of a visit to the Fondation Vincent van Gogh (do go it's lovely), I found a door out on to a roof garden, and thought I'd been transported to Fez.
I spotted this lovely little roof terrace...
...then closer at hand, my spot. Tea, a book, a cat, maybe a cheeky G&T or a glass of vino...bliss.
Thank you Arles, I'll be back.