With one checked bag, one carry on, a backpack and my large purse, The Trout and I flew to Paris on May 25. We caught the TGV (bullet train) to Avignon where we spent two nights in a studio apartment. Surprisingly, that night we slept 12 hours straight. Woke very refreshed and ready to start our trip.
The Palais des Papes, where the papal court moved in 1309. After the return to Rome, the papal property remained for the next 300 years as the summer home for the popes.
The last remaining arches of Avignon's famous bridge, The Chapelle St.-Nicholas. It is part Romanesque, part-Gothic.
|The side of the Palace of the Popes|
I found this small street amazing. Just look how man built housing out of the rock and left the rough, untouched rock as a foundation. This is a walking street that is photographed many, many times a day.
The next day we went to several museums seeing art from the 13 through 20th centuries.
For dinner that evening at "Brigadeer at the Theatre" The Trout had Durade a la creme a'Amade. This plate is a work of art, and it tasted wonderful.
I enjoyed Saute de Volaille Chilindron, a curried chicken. Notice the balsamic vinegar that kissed the plate. We noticed that a lot this trip. A nice added touch. Of course, this was very old and heavy balsamic.
On the second day, we went to the train station to pick up our rental car. With our trusty GPS that we brought from home, we plugged in "Sylvie" and were off on our driving adventure. To rent a GPS in France costs about $20 a day. This is the second year we brought our's from home. It has European maps which work wonderful. Sometimes we did not trust Sylvie, but she always got us there. Road signs can not always be trusted. You have to know the map of the country well. As always, I am the designated navigator. In otherwords, I would not drive in Europe for anything!! If you want to drive to a town 20 miles away, you need to know the location of the largest town in that direction, perhaps 200 miles away. You do get used to it.
So, I have started you on our journey. The views get better...the food becomes exceptional...and we do have fun. Bientot!
Almost forgot...I wanted to add a little French fashion to the end of the posting. The Trout could hardly turn these down as we walked by the store window.