After a week in Paris we had a plan to take the TGV down to Avignon and sights further afield. Avignon was a surprise - I am still not sure whether the town is just within the walls of the "old City" or if there is anymore to Avignon besides. I read through most of Kerouac's reports he made on "The Off" - a wonderful festival full of life from what his photos reveal. The train pulls in on a hot sunny afternoon. Our hotel The Ibis was across the road from what I think is a main entrance to the Old City so naturally as we only had the next day, we headed off to stroll the quiet narrow streets. Too hot, so we returned in the evening for dinner next to the fountain.
The ext morning we waited in the bus shelter for our bus to Pont du Garde. This bus turned into all sorts of little villages along the way - even into a winery where there seemed to be a public bus stop
The cavernous bus depot next to our hotel.
It was very hot again and the bus dropped us off quite some distance from the entrance to Pont du Garde.