A lie in. Unheard off when we're on a cycling trip. It was just before nine-thirty when we rose this morning. Angela had had a bad night. Despite much pain relief all her injuries really hurt, and as the previous night she couldn't halt her memory from reliving the accident. Today she felt wobbly, anxious, vulnerable, nervous about setting off again tomorrow. Worried she'd fall from her bicycle again. The physical injuries would heal, she hoped the mental ones would fade quickly.
Today we walked to the old city of Avignon. It is our view from the campsite and we wanted to see it up close.
The Papal Palace dominates the skyline. Narrow streets led us to courtyards, gardens and spectacular views across and down the Rhone river, towards the Alps and beyond.
We lunched in the shade of plane tree, John pleased with a fantastic hot meal of chicken, lemon and rice from the local Carrefour supermarket. Back to boring baguettes tomorrow. Across from the campsite the Pont Saint-Benezet has intrigued us. It used to span the river, but no more. Unlike us we paid to visit it, pleased to qualify for the concession.
After many hours of exploring we headed back to our little cabin. Check out is at ten in the morning, and the cabin has to be cleaned by us. This evening though we returned to the little street food van outside the campsite alongside the river.
Ate vegetarian pizza and besides our own beverages were served complimentary mint tea made with fresh mint, and lots of sugar which made it taste delicious. The two Algerian guys who run the van were all smiles when we paid. On both occasions the food has been excellent, so we were happy to leave a tip. As last night ate neighbours are nearly all German. We were the only English but another vehicle has arrived a short while ago. Tomorrow we will leave Avignon with both sad and happy memories. Unfortunately John won't be leaving with a large carved wooden cicada which he claimed he'd find space for in one of his pannier bags or the ladies lingerie he'd seen in the window of very posh shop. It was totally unsuitable for cycling! Angela needs body armour the way she's going.
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