Sur le pont d’Avignon, l’on y danse, l’on y danse

The other reason to visit Avignon other than the Palais des Papes (and the castle-like wall around the city and the charming shops, etc) is the Pont St-Bénezet—known more famously as the Pont d’Avignon.

You can think of it as the London Bridge of France. The title of the post are the first words of a famous French song traditionally sung at weddings. In English it translates to “on the bridge of Avignon, we all dance there, we all dance there.” We however, did not dance, we hung on for dear life.

Stephanie on the Pont d'Avignon
Here Stephanie demonstrates the Mistral effect

The saddest thing is that only 4 of the bridge’s 22 arches remain. You can see three over the Rhone in this photo, and there’s one more to the right that a 4 lane road goes through. The little building on the bridge is actually a chapel, that was built on top of another chapel in the bridge.

le pont d'Avignon
le pont d’Avignon
Closeup of an arch on the Pont d'Avignon
Justin being Justin taking Justiny pictures

Looking back at Avignon from le Pont, I am reminded of the fact that Europe is where castles are from. This is the real deal.

Avignon as seen from the Pont d'Avignon
Avignon as seen from the Pont d’Avignon

After walking some more through the city, we caught a train to Arles (which only took 20 minutes) and then rolled our bags to a nearby hotel on the Rhone that Stephanie had researched. The Mistral continued to blow with a vengeance.

Stephanie switched on the TV and fell asleep shortly thereafter. I played with the pictures I’d taken of the Eiffel Tower.

We left the hotel after dark in search of dinner. Saw a Roman arena all lit up that’s still used for bull fights and other events, and found a Spanish tapas restaurant called Media Luna.

Arles' Roman arena at night
Arènes d’Arles at night

Just so you know we are eating, I had manchego cheese with prosciutto, shrimp with chorizo, and a filet mignon of pork which was incredible. Stephanie had a salad with chevre on toast, sole with mushrooms, and filet mignon of bull. For dessert, an amazing creme brulé with lavender and profiteroles.

5 Comments

Katie M.

Believe it or not, I have been to that restaurant: I was there in the summer of 2003 ( a bit warmer than just now…) for my “research” into open air theatre. They had a zucchini gratin then… mmmm.

Brian/Dad

I’m enjoying your posts, keep’em comin’. Sounds like you’re having a great time there.

I’m-a-tryin’! :)

Btw, I just added a panorama of the Roman arena in Arles to this bottom of this post.

Katie, I wouldn’t be suprised, it was the nicest looking restaurant we stumbled upon after an admittedly short walk around the town that night.

Love your entries! It’s very witty and interesting.

I came upon your blog by chance when searching for a hachis parmentier recipe.

Kim, I’m assuming you found my Hachis Parmentier au chèvre post?

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