Just before ten last night John went up to the sanitaires to wash up. Other campers were fumbling about in the dark using the torches on their phones. He went to the reception, spoke to the security man who arrived and flicked the trip switch. All sorted. Thank God the English are here! Everyday we order our bread and pain chocolates for the next day. This morning a rude man pushed in front of Angela in the shop expecting to buy bread. 'No reserve, no baguette'. That was him told.
Chores done, we went into town bought lunch, and like yesterday sat in the shaded area in the garden by the church next to the tourist office. After we planned to visit one of the many museums near to the papal palace but became distracted by a street performer who mesmerized us.
He played the trumpet, electric mouth organ and sang. Sometimes his dog sang with him. He played 'fly me to the moon' and 'summertime', singing the lyrics in English, but also moody, sultry French songs which a young couple stepped up to dance too.
Once again the day warm, we were happy to sit in the shade of the plane trees to watch and listen. The museum would have to wait for another day. A week ago, we arrived in Avignon not expecting to return so soon after we left. In the seven nights we have stayed here we have eaten fantastic delicious pizza from the food truck outside the campsite four times. Tonight the guys, all smiles to see us once again greeted John as le patron, the boss.
Eating by the river, watching mont ventoux fade into the darkening sky as the moon rose over the church we knew we'd always remember these beautiful warm evenings here.
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