Published: June 3rd 2007June 3rd 2007
We flew into Marseille, picked up our car and drove east to Avignon, where I spent a year in 1986 learning French. It is a lovely, walled city. Tracy and I have visited Avignon 3 times together and each time I drag her around to see my old house, school and haunts... she now feels like SHE lived there too ;-) We had our best dinner of the trip at La Moutardier (P, that is The Mustard Man to you!) where we sat in the shadow of the Palais des Papes as the sun set. It was magnifique!
The next day we went to the Pont du Gard, an ancient aquaduct some of you may recognize from the recent Volkswagon commercials. Then we took a very long, winding but beautiful drive to chilly Castellane near the Verdun River. This drive should have taken under 3 hours but OUR version took 6+. Being lost in Provence is nothing like being lost in Atlanta so no worries.
Being (wimpy) southern girls, we bailed on the rafting when the temperature Monday night dropped into the 40s but we did go to the river and put our toes in so we could
say we were there. And we did cheer some other rafters on fro, the road. Castellane was a cute town that we realized we had stopped in before on another trip. It would be the perfect place to go in mid August for a break from the heat of the coast.
Now we are back on the road to Nice....
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