Palais des Papes, or the Pope's Palace.The entire city of Avignon is surrounded by a fortified stone wall. We followed the wall and winding cobbled streets to the Palais. I settled in and sketched from the public square while Terry explored the gardens. The sky turned slate blue and threatened to rain. I considered sitting under a cafe umbrella but it blocked my view. I got half way through the sketch before it started to rain. My compact umbrella got me through the rest although the page still got soaked.
When Terry got back, we climbed the steps to explore the gardens together. I walked the streets of Avignon often since I needed to find an internet cafe from which to post. I was exploring back alleys and narrow roads like an expert by the end of our week long stay. We discovered some really wonderful places for dinner but we also discovered that reservations are always required.
Terry witnessed a woman at the Palais church who was screaming during the recessional, and had to be forcibly removed. We later saw the same woman at a restaurant and Terry said to me, "Hey, that's the crazy lady I told you about." Unfortunately, the woman understood English. And she told Terry that she wasn't crazy. She does however have conflicting viewpoints from the church. I thought for a minute that the woman might be the owner of the restaurant. The Maitra d asked us if we had a reservation, which unfortunately we didn't. As he walked us to a restaurant around the corner he did relate that the woman was a bit of a character.