As always a Saturday night stop in a car park in a town gave way to a disturbed night's sleep. Shouting and loud music. A long time ago we decided to avoid these stops on a weekend. Why on earth didn't we stick to our plan? The annoyance of the night gone we woke to a beautiful morning. Today we were off to Avignon hoping to arrive early afternoon.
A pleasant drive took us along roads that passed through medieval villages and criss crossed over bridges that spanned the Rhone river.
However we didn't expect a stop of an hour in traffic in a riverside town that was hosting a carnival. After a while of waiting Angela needed the loo. With en-suite facilities on board she was sorted. Soon after back in her driving seat she noticed two policeman talking to the driver of a car two back. Fortunately they were checking people weren't on their mobile phones, not indecently exposing themselves whilst perched on their boxio loo.
Avignon as some of you will remember was where we rested up on a campsite for a week for Angela's knee to heal after she came off her bike. This time we are settled on the towns four star Municipal campsite on a pitch amongst the trees, with electrical hook up.
Living the dream Margery. We have been looking forward to returning to Avignon and were soon ready to walk out. Soon after Angela tripped on a raised area on the pavement landing on her already damaged knee and face planting the ground. She's such a liability. Not too much damage done we continued with our walk along the river and down to the bridge. The 'pizza guys' we're still trading and we stopped to buy coffee and Moroccan tea. After nearly eighteen months they recognized us. ' How were we'? We paid for the coffee, the tea was on the house. Tomorrow evening we arranged to return for a pizza. We are staying on the campsite for a couple of nights. Oh the joy of hot water and flushing toilets.