which is the high speed train, it goes 185 miles an hour and gets you to Avignon in 30 minutes where the regular train takes a couple of hours. (Paul Theroux hates these trains because the scenery becomes a blur (until you eyes adjust) but he's a travel writer and has all the time in the world, we don't). Another "must", if possible, in Europe is riding the Metro. So this was a double whammy because we had to take the Metro from our hotel in Marseilles to the stunningly beautiful Gare St. Charles, where the views of Marseilles were magnificent.
Avignon is a walled city
and what I always imagined a town in Provence would look like. (except for one of the first things we encountered, an Irish pub)
There are beautiful cobblestone streets and passageways
Gardens and flowers,
yummy window displays,
and the Palais de Papes, where popes lived before the Vatican even existed,
where we climbed all the way to the top and took in the views of Avignon.
We had dinner in one of their very charming restaurants where we practiced this motto.
which was the only reason I wanted to get home.
Vacation over :(