Looking through the window of a moving bus is like shifting through infinite mind states. As we rode the bus towards Avignon, blessed again with the delicious warmth of summer and silhouettes of sunlight, I immediately encountered the beautiful white horses that are native to Arles and the gigantic fields of sunflowers and bountiful vines.
As we arrived, I immediately noticed the towering Palais des Papes (The Pope’s Palace), a huge gothic palace in the middle of the city, and the Pont d’Avignon, a beautiful bridge that stretches far out in the Rhone. Similar to Arles, this city is filled with narrow avenues, small romantic cafes. The walls of Avignon are towering, and the sound of opera reverberates against the city walls and its shadows. As you walk up the huge stairs of the city, you arrive at a small park, that overlooks the Rhone and offers a stunning view of Avignon’s skyline.Within the palace, the gothic architecture was very evident. The middle of the palace was full of old artifacts, keys, and skulls that had been pierced by gigantic crossbow arrows. Unfortunately, cameras were prohibited inside of the palace. Inside of the Palace, many of the walls were filled with tiles, and mosaics and beautiful medieval manuscripts. If you ever get a chance come visit Avignon. This is a short blog, there will be more. This weekend, the Arles music and photography festival begins. Here are some more photos!