Today we went by bus to Avignon to see the palace which was the pope's palace when the pope fled Rome in 1407. The pope fled for safety. The Romans were sick of hosting this expensive tennant and became threatening.
The only things left from the original palace are a ceiling, some wall paintings, and big empty rooms. Not quite empty actually because the building is used for community workshops and art. There is lots of African sculpture (at the moment). You can now walk what was the pope's bedroom, audience room etc . They are empty.
We also saw the famous pont d'Avignon from the song. There is only half a bridge. The other half was washed away in a flood.
The wild wind called the Mistral was blowing. It was both cold and very unpleasant. I could hardly stand up. It is a easterly. It starts in the alps and comes down the Rhone valley.
We are birthed in Marsaille's huge port. It is so busy. There are ferries from other parts of the Mediterranean arriving all the the time. Also 4 massive cruise ships with 3000 passengers each. Makes us look minature.
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