|Pont St Bénezet|
|Bedroom, Hotel Palais des Papes|
|The faces of the staff (behind) reflect apprehension|
By the time it was quiet again, a last flock of oriental tourists was treated to the spectacle of the late breakfasters sitting with scarlet faces, tears running down their cheeks. Peaceful it was not - but we'll not forget Avignon in a hurry.
This post has gone on long enough. I'll return to some of our days out another time. À la prochaine ...