Pont d’ Avignon

This morning I slept in late finally; I was so tired after all that stressful travel and the long ride from the train station to the farmhouse. We needed to pickup Uncle Darren and his girlfriend this afternoon in Avignon.

We started the tour of the city with a stop for lunch and tried out our French language skills. I think Mommy and Daddy did pretty well; they at least didn’t end up ordering anything strange and grandpa had to make sure to order wine for the group. - if you didn’t know already grandpa REALLY likes his wine.

After lunch I took the group to the Palace of the Popes, a 14th century Gothic palace built by the Popes who once resided in Avignon. I was a bit alarmed when we entered the palace that we had to leave my diaper bag behind but Mommy assured me she grabbed things that we “should” need. I say should because halfway through the tour Mommy saw liquid coming from the carrier Daddy was wearing with me in it. We had to run like we were under religious persecution back to the front to get me a fresh diaper and change of clothes; too bad Daddy didn’t have a fresh shirt too.

From the Palace of the Popes we made our way over to the St. Bénezet bridge, otherwise known as the Pont d’Avignon. This half standing bridge is featured in a nursery rhyme that all the French boys and girls learn in school. The nursery rhyme talks about people dancing in a circle. We didn’t dance but took pictures and admired the Rhone River.

We made our way back to the farmhouse and found a simple restaurant for dinner in Roussillon. I slept though most of it but it sounded like everyone had a good time.