Travel Blogs from Avignon
Just a one nighter in the picturesque Provencal town of Avignon, which
sits on the banks of the Rhone river and is known for its food (it is
Provence after all), Palace of the Popes and the Pont d'Avignon
(bridge). We spent a lovely afternoon wandering the town and had a
delicious meal out before leaving early the next morning for Barcelona.
... the first instance of headwinds i have checked the wind on the weather report so i have be prepared for it, but nothing really prepares you properly. You sit in your nice warm and cosy hotel and you think you can deal with it. it will be ok, well its not...that is far from the truth. Today capped it off, i mean i think there needs to be gale warnings out there. Plus the temperature has dropped, but still ok, but todays wind was icy cold. my hands and toes ...
... everything and everyone for this sorry state of affairs. I then vowed i would never visit Carcasonne again, i blamed Carcassonne for this....you must remember i had been on the saddle all day and was dehydrated, exhausted and i think delirious. anyway, i had written this place off and upon finally reaching the suburbs (in the dark) i felt it was a good call, pretty pathetic little town i thought.
But then view number 2 happened. i began crossing the bridge in the middle ...
... ecoute Starbuck! oui oui! lol petite coupe de vino moment skype avec mes parents.
Vendredi;go en ville pour visiter Avignon. evidament on va au pont, le classique. lol visite de la vieille ville, promenqde devant le palais des papes, le rocher des doms, rue des teinturiers . on retourne chercher nos packsacs au pont (merci au gens pour les avoir garder!) go au train, direction Montpellier!
... expensive. with the current Euro crisis I can't see President Hollande throwing any money in this direction for the project. Avignon is a beautiful city. About the size of Launceston it has 89,000 people. Feels very much like home to us. No hustle and bustle, very friendly. I couldn't find the PO so an older Avignonite lady took me three blocks to it. Stacks of young people, one or two beggars, but nowhere like the poverty of Paris which was depressing. and no dog poo on the ...