Avignon

So I'm awkwardly pecking this out on Nina's (14 years old) laptop so I can't write forever. We went to Avignon today since it was Madame's birthday and her parents live there. After the feast, while I was ready to pass out on the table and nap for days, they wanted to take a brisk walk to aid the digestion. So as not to seem a party pooper, I went too. We walked to the center of the town which was completely walled in and walked up a half million flights of stairs but it was indeed a marvelous view.

This rather menacing photo is of the golden statue along with a grisly crucifixion. It was huge. This was what everyone flocks to see, I imagine.








Here we have a bridge. It's incomplete. Bizarre. I think Louis the Eighth did something like destroy three quarters of it, but I could be mistaken. You were allowed to go walk on it, but the line went on forever and I really didnt care enough to stand in the sun for another hour.

Everything is going well with the host family; I took a bath/shower last night (sitting down in the tub, but using the showerhead, weird) and it was great to finally use an actual towel and not just dry off using that nasty plane blanket.