It was another catch up on our sleep night so we didn’t get up until late. By the time we finished our breakfast, other patrons of the café were ordering lunch and beers. There is a walking district in Avignon and we walked it without much of an agenda. It was Sunday and most of the shops were closed. (! I need to say here that both Connie and I are allergic to shopping in general and are definitely not vacation shoppers!) However, parenthetical disclaimer aside, we are interested in a certain kind of basket the Megan brought back from France with her so many years ago and colorful fabrics. But just that.
Eventually we wondered out of the no-traffic zone and found ourselves in a place where immense structures seemed to have grown out of the roughly carved stone ahead of us. Added to that was the music coming out from the narrow shadowed canyon like alley between them. I did a pano video of the place that captured the music. As we walked through the curving alley, I stopped to show the old man playing his accordion that his music was on our video and droped a coin into his cup. He was delighted.
Turns out we were on the backside of the Palais de Pepes (Palace of the Popes; more about later) and the square in front of it. From there we walked back to the central square and had lunch. A couple about our age from Reno sat down at the table next to us and soon we were engaged in a conversation about where we were from, our current itinerary and former travels. Before we knew, two hours had passed.
On the way back to our room we picked up a couple of coffees to go. Once back, we spent the afternoon catching up on this blog – me writing and Connie working on the picture gallery.