Avignon

Not Avalon, but still a city to thrill.

We arrived here with the assumption that the bridge would be narrow, complete, and twee; and that there would be little else to see in the city. We were wrong. Avignon's old town is a superb tourist destination, with narrow fascinating streets, history on all sides, and a cleanliness that doesn't exist here any more. Apart from the crottes. As a town for a day's proper tourism after a week of walking in the hills, it was hard to beat. Instead of taking it easy we just walked around in wonder, tiring ourselves more in the streets than we did on the trails. The food was good (in my eyes) and the reaction to tourists relaxed.

But we heard English spoken in the streets! After a week of nothing but French and each other, it was a shock to be eating in a resto and have other groups of Brits walk in, braying loudly at themselves and the waitress. And then one cafe we ate in had Duffy playing on the radio, bringing Moonface and I back to earth with a bump.

See you here in June ?


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