Giddy-Up, Hair

Yesterday we decided to take a break from settling in, and just enjoy being tourists in our new town. We walked up to the Place de Palais, past the Palais des Papes up to Rocher des Doms. From the top of this hill we got an amazing view of the town of Avignon, the Rhone River and the surrounding area. The first photo above is looking back at the Bridge of Benezet (more famously known as the Pont d'Avignon), and the second photo is looking down on the historic centre of Avignon. Even now looking at my photo of this European medieval city, it still seems hard for me to believe that this is our home for the months ahead.

On the top of this outlook both girls insisted on renting pedal powered horses, despite the heat climbing to the high thirties. The lady renting the horses promptly handed Barry a hoola hoop to pull Lily, as she was unable to use the pedals. Barry chuckled and said "Ahh, je suis le cheveux" (Ahh, I am the hair). She looked at him blankly, and I quickly whispered "cheval" (horse). He had a good chuckle at his use of the wrong word and repeatedly pointed at his hair saying "cheveux" and then back to the horse "cheval". This woman's blank stare didn't alter, but we both got a kick out of it.

After a rest and rehydrating, we headed down towards the Pont d'Avignon for our first walk on the half bridge (flooding destroyed the other half. The town re-built it numerous times only to have it destroyed by floods each time and they finally decided to leave it as a demi bridge.) It was just way too hot to dance on it this visit....that will have to wait until a cooler visit in the fall.