Alas, all good things must come to an end. Say it with me... Awwwww.
This is my last post from our fantastic-wonderful-best-trip-ever to Provence with my sweet friends.
Matt gets a bit offended when I say it was the best trip ever, so I should clarify.
Fantastic-wonderful-best-trip-ever-without-Matt.
Our last day we spent exploring Avignon a little more in depth.
We visited the Pont d'Avignon which is a bridge that used to span the river to our little island.
Legend has it that a young shepherd boy was tending his flock when God
spoke to him and told him to follow that star... no wait. That's a different story.
This shepherd boy was told to build a bridge over the River Rhone.
When he shared his inspired plan with the townspeople they just laughed an called him names.
They never let poor... no wait. Wrong story again.
Young Bénézet then lifted a huge boulder and tossed it into the river.
Suddenly they were all on board with the whole bridge idea.
I think the poor lad died before the bridge was completed.
He's buried in a little chapel on the bridge.
We used the audio guides which told us the history of the bridge and played the famous song.
The bridge doesn't actually span the river anymore. Only four of the original 22 arches are left.
So it was a quick tour.
We then made our way to the Palais des Papes.
This was were I took my very favorite photograph.
This time we opted out of the audio-guide.
And I'll be perfectly honest with you, we pretty much just buzzed through.
We were eager to gather once more around a bottle of rosé
to talk about guys and shoes and world hunger and stuff.
But, mostly shoes.
Such a lovely collection of... canonballs.
I think I will forever be gushing about Provence.
But what made the whole thing the fantastic-wonderful-best-trip-ever
was most certainly the company.
Thank you, Gina, Sarah and Erin. Miss you like crazy and love you to pieces!
Have you ever traveled with just the girls? Best trip ever?
