We arose on Saturday morning at a leisurely time as the day before had been jam packed with driving and lots of scenery etc. Paul and Manon waited outside the garage while Les and I brought the car out. As I was starting the car, Les gave me a curious look and said "the car appears to be on a tilt" and sure enough, the right front tire was flat. Les went out to tell the others that we'd be going nowhere but little did he know that Paul had some experience with tires and driving the outback etc. Within about 10 minutes, Paul had the tire off, spare on and we were ready to go. We were happy to see that the spare tire was not one of those "toy" tires that we get in North American cars, but was a real tire. So we dropped off the tire, screw intact, as that was what had flattened it, at the local pneu (tire) place, less than 100 metres from our door. The man in charge circled the screw with white chalk and wrote Mary on the tire. And off we went. Avignon was lots closer than we thought, so we arrived, had lunch in the main square and watched a Women's Day March.
We then spent the rest of the afternoon at the Palais des Papes, which was very interesting, with good interpretation through one of those recorded devices that one holds to the ear. This was the seat of Western Christianity in the 14th century, with 6 papal conclaves held in the Palais.
And then, of course, Manon and I had to dance sur le pont d'Avignon. I have posted a short video on Facebook, but here we are on the bridge, singing and dancing:
And this is one of the walls in the building at the entrance to the bridge.
We hung around for another hour or so and enjoyed a lovely sunset and last minute shopping.
And then we drove home, arriving late enough to enjoy soup, cheese, bread and of course wine.
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