Remember when I told you that I went to Avignon when I wasn’t fully over the flu and probably shouldn’t have gone (
OK, definitely shouldn’t have gone) but went anyway? Yes? Good.
The reason I went was Gatz, aka The Husband’s hetero-life partner. Remember last summer (maybe not since last summer was a long time ago) when Gatz needed us to go shopping with him (because he is without a Mama, without a girlfriend, and without a wife, and needs a whole lot of help) and we discovered that he shops like an old lady, as in he shops S L O W L Y and that made me feel good because I looked at The Husband and said, “hey, I’m not that bad am I?” No? Not a problem because this post here, will tell you all about it.
Well anyway, last year during les soldes we brought Gatz shopping and this year he needed help again. Except where as last year it was Aix, this year it was Avignon and I was really excited because Avignon in July is a little nutty thanks to the theatre festival and so I really, really wanted to go. Just for the buzz, you know? And that’s how I ended up going when I should have been at home, but if you have the opportunity to hang in Avignon during the theatre festival I’m sure that you would pretend that you don’t have the flu anymore too. So there you go.
This is some of what we saw…
This couple.
And no, 19th century garb is not in style in Avignon, but thanks to the theatre festival, you’ll see random people dressed in costume. It’s fun.
And loads and loads of posters advertising shows.
And then more people marching about doing the promoting…
And some street performers too…
… like this guy, the sand man.
And then we were super lucky, and fate intervened, and we happened upon a little wine bar…
Which was perfect timing because I had to rest my tootsies after walking up and down and all around looking for one pair of shoes for Gatz.
Seriously. That’s all he wanted, one pair of shoes. And it took all day. All day.
And do you know where we finally found those shoes? At
Galeries Lafayette on the way home (
for those not in the know, Galeries Lafayette is outside of the walls of Avignon, and would have saved us a whole lot of time if we had just gone there. But then, I guess I wouldn’t have seen all the fun stuff, and wouldn’t have happened upon my new favorite wine bar – favorite in Avignon anyway – and wouldn’t have seen this French pigeon…)
… that was eating a croissant.
How French is that?
bisou
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