Friday morning V and M were heading to the airport at 7:30, so we all fed the kids together and said goodbye to mom and dad. Mistic promptly ran into the bedroom and hid.
We are supposed to take Mistic for a walk at least once per day, and we didn't want to traumatize her on our very first day, it took a whole lot of gentle coaxing to get her out and into the harness. And then we were off to explore the little village of Barbentane.
V and M have a nice yard with a grape arbor over the patio (on which Scratt is dozing in the sun -- on the arbor in the sky, not on the patio!), tons of rosemary growing against the house, an olive tree, and a heavy metal gate that must be kept always closed.
We strolled through the Centre Ville and a man on a bicycle thanked us for picking up Mistic's poo (as we stepped over all the other poo on the sidewalks). Then stopped in to the patisserie Place des Delices where the sweet proprietor speaks English and Spanish, and sat on a bench outside the grocery to eat our pastries.
Everyone was so friendly as they walked by. "Bonjour!" "Bon appetit!" What a sweet little ville with some pretty sights.
We walked back home, deposited Mistic and headed into Avignon to see the bridge.
