Beaune eventually came up trumps with the weather and we had
a superb day cycling on a ‘voie verte’ through the vineyards and little
Burgundy towns. One evening we strolled
into town and it was very prettily lit up – not floodlighting, but subtle
lights on balconies and at windows of the public buildings. We came across an extraordinary band – about 25
musicians, mainly brass instruments, playing big band numbers, dressed in
colourful net ra-ra skirts and mad glasses frames – and that was just the men!
We travelled down through the Beaujolais area and into the Rhone valley in two days, spending both nights at France Passion sites – a scheme where you can stay overnight on a private farm for free, in exchange for looking round their shop. Some are better than others, but we struck gold with these two. The first was a vineyard with wonderful views and some jolly nice red, and white, Beaujolais. It was owned by an old (71) chap who was working 12 hour days to keep things going while his son was in hospital. We were befriended by the old farm dog; he made himself comfortable sitting between our chairs in the shade under our awning and just seemed pleased to have company.
The second site was a chocolate and nougat producer, and almond grower, who spoke excellent French (meaning she could slow it down enough so we could understand). Here we were encouraged to help ourselves from the cherry tree in the garden.
We then came to Avignon by way of Orange. If we had done more history and less science at school, we would probably have known that Orange is where King William and all those Orangemen came from, before they went to Holland. It is also worth a visit for the astonishing Roman amphitheatre, one of only three in the world with the stage wall still standing, and the immense triumphal arch at the city gate. It is incredible that these buildings have survived, even partially restored, for over 2000 years.
Avignon has been a lovely stop – we arrived on
Pentecost Sunday, which is a big holiday here, at a big busy campsite, quite a
shock after our previous two nights in peace and quiet. But as soon as the Pentecost fair or whatever
was going on over the wall died down, it has been fine and is so close to the
town centre it couldn’t be better. It is
also very shady – gloomy we thought at first, but now it is over 30C we are
grateful for the enormous plane trees!
The campsite is on an island in the Rhone and there is a free shuttle
boat to the town side – how good is that?
The main attraction apart from ‘the pont’ is the Popes’ Palace, an enormous complex where the Popes
resided in the 14th century
during a local difficulty with Rome. The
pont is picturesque but a slight disappointment as it doesn’t cross the river
any more and you have to pay to get on it – so we just photographed it instead.
Today we have been to Villeneuve Les Avignon, built to rival Avignon proper, on
the opposite bank of the river and apparently where the Popes took their
holidays!