Wake up and smell the lavender
Trip Start Dec 11, 2012
70Trip End Oct 17, 2013
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The journey did not start well, however. We forgot to check whether we needed to reserve our train (we've been spoilt by our Eurorail). The train conductor was not impressed. €40 later, we were sitting between carriages next to the outside door. Stumbling out of the train station, we consulted the map and the directions to our hostel. Walk through city gates. Ahh, did that arch count as the city gates? Ok then... Suppose a few houses qualifies as a city... The outskirts at least..
Despite the rather rocky beginning, Avignon is the best place we've accidentally landed up in. It's one of the biggest medieval cities in France, surrounded by a massive stone city wall. All the streets are either tiled or cobblestoned (except the Main Street, but allow me some poetic license over here). And the best part? Pots and pots of lavender everywhere! THIS was exactly how we had imagined France.
Caught up in the French spell, we sat in a small restaurant at the edge of the square (chosen because of its white tablecloths and lavender hedge) and proceeded to spend our entire day's budget on lunch. While we realize that sirloin and salmon steak, followed by berry tiramisu and three types of creme brûlée is not what you're supposed to eat as a backpacker, we just couldn't handle another side of the road cheese and baguette fest. So cheers to us for being the worst backpackers ever!
We're embracing it.