Put simply, they could have made a bit more of Avignon in the ball playing stakes…in my opinion! It’s all very well having a Palace of Popes, and the space in front would’ve made an excellent ball playing arena, but apparently that would’ve been disrespectful…am sure F1 wouldn’t have minded.

Palais des Papes

Similarly, parks,when actually open are obsessed with furry creatures remaining on the lead…not so conducive to ball playing. That said, Avignon was beautiful,and our camp-site a mere 15 min stroll away, over-looking the truncated Pont D’Avignon and the stunning silhouette of the city. As usual, my slaves are always interested in finding good eateries, and this was no exception. We happened upon Place St.Pierre ( a fine name), and discovered “L’Epicerie” where WE dined on tart de sardines, with tapenade and salad, washed down with vin rouge de la maison…Dee-licious…and, as Grandma Eileen used to say, “once you’ve found somewhere you like”…, so we had to return the following evening🙄!

Tart!

We then visited (my) the Church of St Pierre which MN proclaimed was the most magnificent church she had ever seen…..praise,indeed,from the atheist!

Inside St Peter’s church- small but impressive much like myself!

When we arrived at the camp-site we had seen that fellow campers in tents (rather than the Metallica motor homes and cute caravans) were able to route electricity into them,and so we began our quest…We had toyed with the idea of sorting this before departure, but had decided it would be much easier once in France. How wrong we were…what followed was two days of visiting many industrial estates and about 8 different magasins in search of a cablé electrique exterieur with male and female bits (matron!). As you can imagine, I just kept my head down in the back of the car, as tensions rose and the Sat Nav was followed by the Nat Sav!! Eventually, the Grail was discovered and we are now in the happy position of having cold milk,butter, coffee and vin,naturellement! It is of no benefit to me, at all!
So, Avignon may well be visited again as it is incredibly stunning and we didn’t get to venture out to the towns and sights nearby. We had a lovely walk to “Le Bercail”for a chilled glass of rosé, though they could take a leaf out of Shoreham’s book and let you nearer to the house boats to sticky beak properly.

Half a bridge!

Another fine walk was to Villeneuve, once attached to the city by the aforementioned Pont D’Avignon.
I gathered some more fans in the shape of a 12 year old girl from England and a German Shih Tzu, name of Roxy. Packing up to leave was a bit painful as my slaves couldn’t play ball due to being busy stuffing the car with stuff that fitted in previously and would.fit.in.again! And so to pastures new, near Perpignan, for more opportunities for ballon and to sample more poulet! Jusqu’a le temps prochaîne, au revoir, mes petits pois! ❤️