Saturday, May 17 found us docked in Avignon, our final port. Today, there is an all day tour into Avignon, the lovely city in Provence; Avignon is a very old city, founded by Greeks from Marseilles around 539 BCE. In 1309, the city, still part of the kingdom of Arles was chosen by Pope Clement V as his residence at the time of the Council of Vienne, and until 1377, Avignon rather than Rome, was the seat of the papacy.
Pope John XXII made the it the capital of Christianity and turned the palace into the primary palace of the Popes. Benedict XII built the Old Palace and Clement VI the New Palace. The palace, the most remarkable building in the International gothic style was the result. the papal library in Avignon, with 2,000 volumes, was the largest in Europe.
The Romans also left their mark on Avignon. The Pont du Gard, a magnificent aqueduct over the River Gard, carried drinking water from the mountains to the city of Nimes, some 50 kilometers. A marvel of engineering, it still stands as a monument to the Roman civilization.
While most of the group was taking in the sites of Avignon, Deb went on a walk-about on her own, stopping in a small cafe’ for a cup of coffee, some quiet time and a biscuit.
Returning to the ship, we had our final meal on board, some offerings from Provence, and for us, a bottle of our favorite wine, a Charpoutier from nearby Crozes. We first became acquainted with this wine on our previous trip to the region. it is the only wine in the world that includes braille on its label, the story being that the vintner’s daughter was blind and could only distinguish the wines they were producing by reading the braille labels. Incidentally, we have found this wine in Omaha; it is exported around the world.
After dinner, we finished packing and had our suitcases set outside our cabins by 7:30 AM the next morning for our departure. We bid adieu to the Viking Heimdal, our home away from home.
We boarded our transportation shuttle to Marseilles airport and said our goodbyes to the Hosfords and the Needelmans at the airport as they were leaving for Madrid and the flight home via Chicago. Glenda, Jeff, Deb and Mark were dropped at the enterprise car rental office to pick up their vehicle for their road trip through southern France.
We piled our luggage into the back of our Renault and Glenda assumed the “pilot’s” seat and Deb took the navigators place, while Jeff and Mark assumed their proper positions in the second seats. We headed south and west to the Camargue region, a marshy area on the Mediterranean coast. Here we drove around the national park area, looking at the flocks of flamingos in their native habitat. so many beautiful birds walking on their long legs through the marshes dabbing their long bills into the water for their food.
Following this we turned west along the coast highway, making our way eventually to the walled City of Carcassonne. Our hotel, just outside the walls of the old city, looked promising. We parked our vehicle, unloaded our suitcases and climbed the steps to the room. One look at the room and Mark said to Deb, “ Text Glenda and tell her not to unpack their suitcases!” The rooms were horrible. the bathrooms were moldy, and the accommodations felt like a dorm room. Deb quickly logged onto the various websites and secured some rooms in a hotel inside the walled city, we notified management of our immediate departure and cancellation of the rooms and headed out to the old part of the city.
We found the parking lot, the attendant collected our luggage, pointed us to the steps in to the walled city and told us he would take our luggage to the hotel, saving us the trouble of packing it all up the steps. We shouldered our backpacks and started climbing. Once inside the walls, we quickly found our hotel and checked in. Our luggage was already in our rooms and what a difference from our first spot.
Carcassone was a delight. We dined the first night in a small nearby restaurant in a courtyard under a tree. Excellent food for a tired quartet of travelers. Glenda handled all the driving chores and did a yeoman’s job. No speeding tickets, no dents, no scratches, although there was some scary practice runs reversing back down a hill from a wrong turn. the local inhabitants hustled out to move their bikes from possible run-ins, but no other problems.
We snuggled into our new rooms, tired from our adventures but anxious to meet the new day.