Avignon

RIght away on our journey we found action and excitement, since a woman who was sitting several rows in front of us on the train got a fine and a stern reprimand for either not validating her ticket or for plain not having one at all.

By the way, it was really cold and windy that day, and there was a bus called the “Mistral” that passed, mocking us. Here are some old archways.

A city building. Go EU!

Oh, look how nice everything looks together.

You could take the sissy train around Avignon, if you were willing to pony up the dough.

Packing as much religious imagery as possible into one shot.

This currently serves as my desktop background.

This tree splint demonstrated how nothing in Avignon will ever be removed, ever. Pretty soon they’ll have to support the splints as well. Where does the madness end?

Ducks!

They must have flocked to the evil duck fountain to worship him as their god.

Child + ducks = fun times.

I wondered why the fish weren’t all eaten by the ducks. Maybe the fish can fight back.

The famous Pont d’Avignon, which gave its name to a child’s song that everyone in France knows.

Just don’t try to drive on it.

This town floods a lot.

Danger! Falling rocks!

There were many, many tourist shops in the city, of course. Most of them just sold varieties of cicadaware and soaps made from lavender and such. However, one store sold tiny little sets of everyday life.

This was my favorite and I can understand the appeal of wanting to own a miniature bocce set. However, for roughly $130, I’ll pass.

There was a lovely, lovely chocolate store.

We walked past these two men and they really seemed like they were up to some shady dealings. They were probably stealing transformer parts or something.

By the time that we got to the train station, we were all cold and didn’t really feel like going to Nimes. Hence, we stayed put and spent a good hour in the bar.

Old-tyme Dad got a Guinness.

Old-tyme Mom went boring and got wine.