We wound our way through the cobblestone (i.e., treacherous) streets of Avignon…..up to the Christmas Market on the Place de L’Horloge. Needing a little fortification after the my harrowing day, our first stop was an outdoor café for a glass of Vin Chaud (hot mulled wine).
While we watched and listened to the joyful activity surrounding us, we overheard an American voice bemoaning the fact that his camera’s battery had died before he was able to take a picture of these trees, now fully lit up.
My dutiful, but now deceased, Kodak camera no longer needed its batteries so I offered them to him. This led to a delightful conversation with this gentleman and his wife…..a charming couple from Santa Rosa. They’d lived in Paris for three years when he worked for UNESCO….during this time, they fell in love with the country and now come back as often as they can. We chatted about France, the United States, politics (fortunately, their beliefs agreed with ours), places to see in Languedoc, shops to visit in Provence and the amazing things that seem to happen when you visit this magical country. After an all-too-short visit and a promise to stay in touch, we parted ways…..they to their hotel to catch an early train to Paris and us to tour the market.
Jack Frost nipping at my nose and folks dressed up like Eskimos…..I had to come to Avignon to bring this American song to life. Go figure.