We had a busy day. Up at 8ish to recce the station and train times to Avignon in a short half hour run (I did 27 mins and felt ok at the time but my hip felt sore later). Breakfast at the usual Salon du the – 1 formule + pain au chocolat + orange juice.
We left for Avignon on the 11.27 train in the blistering heat, writing cards to Kim and Joy and John T on the platform. Arriving in the middle of the festival 20 minutes later we had a colourful time – flyers were constantly thrust towards us and we enjoyed several street performances including an enthusiastic band (moved on by a woman trying to drive down an impossibly narrow street) and an act involving an audience member playing ‘la reine’ who was forced to give birth to a balloon!
I tried to drag Russ into several alluring shops without any real success and we settled for a 12.30 leffe in a square off the Rue de la Republique. We walked around the outside of the Palais des Papes and had an alfresco salad lunch – serenaded by another band on an elaborately decorated merry –go – round. Then it was off to the Musee de Calvert – all about French art over the past 500 years apparently. I found this quite hard going and was honestly glad to leave….
In the evening we went out for a simpler meal of salad and moules frites in the square around the corner from the hotel.
We left for Avignon on the 11.27 train in the blistering heat, writing cards to Kim and Joy and John T on the platform. Arriving in the middle of the festival 20 minutes later we had a colourful time – flyers were constantly thrust towards us and we enjoyed several street performances including an enthusiastic band (moved on by a woman trying to drive down an impossibly narrow street) and an act involving an audience member playing ‘la reine’ who was forced to give birth to a balloon!
I tried to drag Russ into several alluring shops without any real success and we settled for a 12.30 leffe in a square off the Rue de la Republique. We walked around the outside of the Palais des Papes and had an alfresco salad lunch – serenaded by another band on an elaborately decorated merry –go – round. Then it was off to the Musee de Calvert – all about French art over the past 500 years apparently. I found this quite hard going and was honestly glad to leave….
In the evening we went out for a simpler meal of salad and moules frites in the square around the corner from the hotel.
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