Saturday we got up early and packed and cleaned. I called Isabelle around 11, and we headed off to the Mairie. First I rode my bike there, and then I walked back and rode Rosanna’s bike over. We barely had time to stash our things in the new (but very familiar) location before it was time to head for our luncheon date with Nick and Ellen at the Hotel Crillon le Brave. The non-vegetarians all had magret of duck with roast potatoes and a delicious red wine (following a pastis aperitif). Two of us had strawberries (with lavender sugar) and two had a chocolate dessert. Yummm!
Lunch lasted from 1 until 4. From there, Rosanna and I headed to Avignon. We parked again at the Gare Centrale. A number of purchases were made in record order: a new soap dish (old one left in Genoa train station) for Rosanna; boiled wool slippers from Austria for me and my mother from La Mule du Pape (for pieds sensibles); several items at Petit Bateau. Following this, we headed to the park area behind the Palais des Papes where the new harvest of the Cote du Rhone Villages was being celebrated. There was a parade (which we missed) and a mass (which we missed) and then a degustation, which was extremely crowded and would have been better attended by a large group (some to fetch wine, some to fetch food, some to save seats). We quickly abandoned this activity and headed back to the same square where Peter and Glenn and I had whiled away the time while waiting for Rosanna’s train to arrive.
The trip home (I was NOT driving) was punctuated by a couple of unfortunate giggle-inducing stunts, neither of which caused any real safety concern.
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