change planes at frankfurt, then catch a bus at the marseille airport to the marseille train station, then take a train to the avignon station, then disembark, look at a map and discover that our hotel is three blocks away. we walk the rest, seven bags between the two of us, drop them off at our room at les roches, and then drag our exhausted selves 100 yards, entering the 900 year old walls of avignon. it's an old european town, stone everywhere, narrow streets, cafés. we walk down the main street and reach a huge square with tons of tourist trap restaurants and a big merry go round. we have an 8€ dinner at one of those restaurants, beef with sauce, canned green beans and french fries, kir and flat tap water. we order everything in french and we're happy that we were understood. we're exhausted. we return to the hotel and slip under nice sheets.
