The French love their dogs and tend to take them everywhere. (They also love them so much that they don’t seem to ever pick up dog poo, no matter where it lands, but that is another story.) We seemed to run into a lot of really sleepy French dogs, who couldn’t be bothered to move (or wake up) for anything.
We went into Bonnieux one evening to watch the sunset and have dinner. The weather had cooled down and it was a really pleasant breezy evening. We got a little sweaty climbing up to the top, but once we got there the views and the breezes were wonderful. We watched the sun go down and then went to a great little pizza place for dinner. A very nice way to spend the evening.
I can still hear (and sing) the first line of a folk song we learned in High School French class: “Sur le pont d’Avignon…” On our abbreviated trip we didn’t actually go see le pont (the bridge) but we did go to the Palais des Papes (Palace of the Popes). While wars raged in Rome, Avignon became the seat of the Catholic church. And during the great schism when there were two popes, one in Rome and one in Avignon.