Hotel Du Golf Grand Avignon

... rain finally stopped after nearly a week so we were able to enjoy some out of Scooby time!<br> <br>Saturday 7 Nov<br>Forecasted for rain today but it held off until late afternoon which gave me time to replace the washer in the gear box and for Kim to go for a run, which she was hankering for as she had been getting a little cabin fever of late due to the rain and lack of exercise/time outside!

... the security of this fortress. Brian scoped out several indents where floor beams had been inserted, and hinges for doors had been drilled, as well as a fireplace opening. After the 1830&#8217;s it&#8217;s been used for local bull-fights and has been undergoing extensive renovations. Sandblasters pierced our ears and evidence of new stone was everywhere. Part of me was sad to ...

... was home to Van Gogh&#8217;s most famous time of painting from 1888-1890. <br><br> Shadows on the hills. <br> Sketch the trees and daffodils. <br> Catch the breeze and winter chills.<br> In colours on the snowy linen land. <br><br>I was just thrilled to be in the same place that inspired this painter. To know that I was beneath that same starry starry sky ...

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... you choose where you eat carefully, you can eat quite well. And if you&#8217;re still hungry, there is always an endless supply of bread coming your way when you eat at a restaurant. Avignon is definitely much more relaxed than Paris. Whilst we enjoyed our time in Paris it was nice to have a change of pace. We wish we had more time here. We would consider coming back to Avignon for a chill-out holiday if we get the chance again one day.

... Venice the sun was setting and it seemed the perfect time to put our tourist hats on and go for a gondola ride. I spent some time surveying the different gondoliers who were competing for our business and selected a young chap who would look suitable in our photos and had a reasonable grasp of English. Once we had expressed our interest and got settled down in the gondola it became apparent that this nice young gentleman was the 'salesman' and he ...

... degrees) and then something twigs - see picture below!!! Heather is stood at the Min bus stop - can you guess where the hostel is???? Apart from that Avignon is a glorious town surrounded by thick medievil walls which put the bar walls to shame! Today we visited the Palais Des Papes - a gorgeous palace at the top of the town. After which we enjoyed a visit to Rocher Des ...

... huge dividends. Ok, tuck this away I thought to myself; patience in this situation next time. But as it turned out, I spent next to no time in that room other than sleeping. Avignon is a fantastic, old walled city that just invites you to stroll. And so I did that first afternoon, around the Palais des Papes (where the Papacy resided during the great schism of the 14th century) and the adjoining gardens, then down to the famous bridge, the Pont Saint-Benezet, which now only spans ...

... in oil. The duck was alright. I had half expected it to come waddling up to the table in its entirety. For dessert I had a 'floating island'...a meringue and custard dish which would have been delightful in a parfait glass but it had been scooped and I mean scooped into a huge cereal bowl and it was just too much, Anne had a 'chantilly crème'...a thick, gooey, sweet, sickly sweet, two inch thick tart. One mouthful and both of us had had enough. Even the wine was, shall we say...tart.