Tadamaran

For a day in which we woke, still tired, for a day in we passed by the Roman amphitheater with a dismissive wave because our minds were too ...

I began to wonder If there was not, perhaps, some sort of problem in Avignon . Yesterday as we walked we saw more genetically damaged people...

We wandered away from the church and found food, then climbed the Rocher Des Doms to eat our lunch. The Rocher is the rocky headland that...

Sur le pont d'Avignon On the bridge of Avignon On y danse, tous en rond We awoke early, the Mistral driving us from our bed, and we c...

The Day of Bridges. The morning dawned blue and still, the rain clouds drained, the Mistral exhausted. We woke reluctantly and dressed even...

A day of rest. Our disgust at the horrific carnage of the night before cast a pall over us for the rest of yesterday evening and it seemed...

The Day Of Bitter Winds. A day of excitement, beauty and brutality so great it has shaken our faith in humanity. The deathly winds of the...

The Day of Friendly Voices. We woke to rain. We had woken every few minutes through the night, worried about time and the rising tide of w...

A rainy day at home, doing preparations of our train trip to Avignon. A respite from racing around the narrow streets of Bordeaux and a chan...

If yesterday was busy then today was only slightly less so. We awoke, hungover from our disastrous encounter with a wine bottle, got dressed...