2023 France: Avignon in Provence

walls of the ancient city of Avignon in France
2023 France
Avignon
We arrived in Avignon from Beaune early afternoon on Wednesday 26th April, after a long five-hour train ride, with one change at Lyon where we could thankfully grab a cup of coffee. I had bought peanuts and cookies the day before to tide us over, as we have learned that there are no refreshments to be had on the intercity trains.
When we stepped out of the train, we immediately felt the warmth, 20 degrees warmer than Beaune, and sensed the difference in culture. A group of ragged young people with many dogs were camped out at the station, from time to time singing tunelessly and half-heartedly pan-handling. Apart from a few lone drugged out people sleeping in doorways in Paris, and a small tent encampment on the road in, we had not seen homeless in Bayeux, or Beune, so it was an unpleasant reminder of the worldwide epidemic of homelessness, particularly amongst able bodied young people. We also began to see many more ethnic people of Mediterranean, Middle Eastern and African descent as well as Muslim women in hijabs. Many families with young children and people with dogs of all kinds stroll about in the sun. Dogs come into restaurants with their owners and are well behaved.

Thankfully our hotel was a five-minute walk from the station, so there was no problem with our rolling luggage. This was the first traditional hotel we stayed in, and it wasn’t too bad, especially at the rate of $92 per night! There usually is some odd thing one runs into in small hotels, and in this one the nicely updated bathroom had not one single hook or rail for towels! We soon discovered that the AC wasn’t working and the room had baked in the strong sun, so we spent an uncomfortable night, but next morning we complained (as did many others) and we were moved to a room on the other side of the building with no sun, which despite not having AC was tolerable. We had exactly the same experience in Paris four years ago, when the very fancy hotel we were in had not switched their central system over to cooling.
Our very first experience of the culture in Avignon was unfortunate: the café across the road where we went for a light lunch charged us nine Euro for a bottle of tap water which we had not requested. The food was incredibly overpriced, as we discovered later, and very nasty too, so we were a little disappointed. The water scam was certainly a first.
In the evening we took a long walk to see the incredible walls of the city, dating from the 13th century. The walls with elaborate battlements and ramparts and gates, are built on top of granite cliffs, and in some places the medieval builders had somehow hewn through the stone to create alleys into the city. Difficult to even imagine the amount of labor that went into it! One can walk around the entire old city on top of the walls, a circuit of three miles, but that was too ambitious for us. Instead, we walked to the banks of the Rhone from where one has great views of the walls, and also of the Saint-Benezet Bridge, at the Pont d Avignon. Built in the 13th century, it was damaged by floods many times and was rebuilt up until the 17th century, so today it stands as a bridge to nowhere, with one side incomplete. A famous children’s song, “Sur le pont d’Avignon” celebrates the dancing that took place under the bridge on the Il de la Barthelassi.

We walked to the Palace of the Popes, (Palais des Papes) the biggest of Gothic palaces, an eight towered fortress on a rock 190 feet above Avignon. It was the seat of the Catholic Popes from 1309 to 1377. The city remained under papal rule until becoming part of France in 1791. Winding lanes with cobblestones lead away from the palace, with old buildings and vines clinging to them, which are a feast for the eyes. Taking pictures cannot convey the beauty of these scenes. We also saw a small exhibition of stones from the 1st century when the area was under the control of the Romans.
Tourism is a major source of revenue and even though it is only late April, the streets are thronged with tourists, many of whom are French. Tourist shops sell lavender and lavender related products, as this city is in Provence. We stopped at a small kiosk selling home made nougat, a favorite of ours which is difficult to find in the US, so we unwisely bought very expensive and heavy nougat!
For dinner Larry had amazing oysters, amongst the best we have had. Fresh and full of the scent and taste of the sea, they came from the tidal straits of the river Garonne near La Rochelle. I had a good seafood salad, so our culinary experiences for the day were salvaged! Our dinner the next day was even better, in a beautiful outdoor garden setting behind ancient stone walls tucked away on a side street. Very elegant and quiet, with a simple menu offering chef driven dishes. Larry had the house pate, and most extraordinary risotto which was very creamy with a texture like whipped cream. I had a fresh, delicate filet of bream, and topped off the meal with tiramisu. The whole dinner together with a glass of wine cost about $78, which was the best value we had this trip. One of the things that is hard for American tourists to get used to, is that tipping waitstaff is not expected here, as they work for a regular salary. All the waiters were pleasant and cheerful throughout, despite no tips, and of course one is never brought the check unless one asks for it, the assumption being that one may sit for several hours.
Jardin de Palais de Papes, roses covering the walkway
Avignon is certainly worth a visit and is a good city to walk through in a day or two to get a feel for its medieval past, but I will say that it is more run down than any other place we have seen so far, and the homeless on the street are not a pleasant sight. The old city within the walls is home to only approximately 13,000 people so it is really small and easy to navigate. The larger metro area is nearly half a million people, but as a tourist one is unlikely to visit those areas. The city hosts a major international Festival of Performing Arts each year.
Art lovers will recognize the name of the town from the famous Cubist painting by Picasso, Les Demoiselles d’Avignon, created in 1907. The painting actually references prostitutes in Barcelona, on a street named Carrer d’Avinyo, not Avignon in France.
On to Marseille today, a short train ride and then by car for the next several days as we explore the Cote d’Azur.









