Kyriad Avignon
ZC la Cristole, Route de Marseille Avignon, Provence, 84140, France
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24 décembre : Visite aux Baux-de-Provence
C'est la veille de Noël ce qui signifie que notre principale activité aujourd’hui sera de nous goinfrer en fin de soirée. Cela nous laisse donc le champ libre pour aller explorer un brin la Provence, d’autant que les magasins sont pratiquement tous fermés aujourd’hui. Il fait encore très beau aujourd’hui mais le Mistral souffle à pleins poumons. Comme le dit la chanson, il faudra bien se couvrir ! Nous choisissons d’aller ...
23 décembre : Préparation du Réveillon
... visiter le boucher de Patricia pour compléter les achats. Pendant que Sabine et Pat sont dans la boucherie, j’en profite pour faire un petit tout du cœur historique du village à la recherche de la maison de Nostradamus. Je ne l’ai pas trouvé mais j’en ai profité pour me balader un peu et profiter du beau ...
Ru-eens
... rack of lamb roasted with Provencale spices (dismantled into chops) and served over chanterelle mushrooms, roasted veggies, and scalloped potatoes. It was amazingly delicious, and filled the bill for a touch of Provencale cuisine after all that. Little D thoroughly enjoyed his birthday dinner of baguette, which he went to town on.
We returned home for vanilla ice cream cones (E1.40 for a box of 8 at the Auchan) for dessert and crashed into bed. ...
Sur le Pont d'Avignon
... an appearance in future city explorations.
We started with Palais des Papes, the large castle built in stages for the 8-ish popes that occupied Avignon. It has a very impressive, classic "castle" look. And free English audioguides with admission (with very long-winded narration!). The Palais admission was a combo ticket with the Pont d'Avignon (which apparently has a famous song about it that I'd never heard even though it turns up on Yamaha ...
Ce Giant de Provence!!
... people at the top of the Ventoux. Dad was going to wait for me whilst I descended down to Malaucene and then turned around and rode back up.
The descent went OK until I scored an "Ian Turvey" 2 kms from the bottom (or is that a Peter McWhinnie?). I couldn't find the bloody hole because the constant noise of passing cars plus Le Mistral made it bloody hard, so I chucked the old tube in disgust.
Down in Malaucene I bought a ...



