Avignon and environs

The following day we took a trip to the Pont d'Avingnon, a famous bridge about which there is a song (in French). The bridge was partially destroyed by a flood hundreds of years ago so it no longer spans the river. Eliot's favorite part of the bridge was in the mini-museum, where there was a piano that, when its keys were depressed, made pictures come up onto a screen while the Pont d'Avingnon song played. We did get him to sing the song (video to come) by having him listen to it on the portable audio guide.



Chris and I walked along the river during Eliot's nap, enjoying the weather and the views of the city. After Eliot's nap we drove about 10 min to the city of Villeneuve, a small, less touristy town where the cardinals associated with the pope used to live because Avingnon was unpleasantly urban. The last photo is a snapshot of the gazebo at our B&B where you could nearly always find a cat. The B&B owner had about 4 cats, one of whom became somewhat enamoured of Chris and dashed into our room on more than one occasion to Eliot's shreiked amusement. He would follow her around the grounds demanding, "Pearl, come!"