вторник, 21 октября 2014 г.

Avignon’s wind. 

It is a story about one of perfume fragrance. 
Fragrance of the journey, early spring, the brightest sun, medieval town builded from light stone...
It happened in sunny Avignon. Was March. It was Easter eve (some days or some hundreds kilometres till Easter 2010). We travelled by rented car from Germany to Portugal through south France.
Here is a map of the part of our trip.





So, Avignon.
We overtook it before the night and parked the car. 
Here is the underground parking in the central Avignon. Every floor painted by the brightest tone of color. Masha and I, we are on the minus-second floor - the brightest pink ever. But you have a huge chance to remember where have you left your car.


And a big contrast between town under and over medieval ground.




We founded a place for night easily. It was two little rooms on the highest floor of the old building.



But before we pay for rooms nobody mentioned about elevator, which had broken. We had to scramble to the fifth floor! Even the ladder was so perfect, our suitcases was too heavy for such feats.



But rewarding was close - dinner in the nearest restaurant.


 Have you noted bright spot on the last snapshot?

During our trip we frequently met sapphire blue bottles in the middle of table appointments.
Avignon is the place where sand extracted from banks of Rhone, is conveyed to the factories of glass. To Italy, for example.

By the way French waiters always brings water in a plain bottles (wich was cropped on the left side of the photo). They take it from cities water supply system. French are proud of clear water.
It's fairly clear to drink. They think so. We have believed them, but one of us ordered branded water too. It looked like a little surprise we received water in sapphire. Later we will regret about forgetting to take one of them for souvenir.


French appreciate clean water since Roman times, when the empire was built aqueducts. For example, such as the famous aqueduct Pont du Gard (here is will be link).

So, the evening is succeed (удался).

In the morning we detected a big French balcony and was meeting a day over the roofs.
 

To be continued...