More pictures that I meant to add yesterday

I meant to add all these photos yesterday (as they all occured on the same day as the others, go figure. It was one big tour of the Palais des Papes/Pont d'Avignon. Lots of walking. I thought I walked a lot in Athens... I was wrong. I walk all the time here. Depending on my bread consumption, I might actually lose some weight. That'd be weird. Come home and everyone will be like, "But I thought French food was supposed to be some of the best?!" Then, I would have to reply, "Yes, but my host mom is the healthiest cook alive and I walk a mile and a half to school each way, every day, at least once. Not counting the rest of the walking we do for fun." Love it.

Anyways, on with the photos:

A view of the local traffic from the Pont. If you look towards the left, you can see some of the Ramparts surrounding the city.


A view of the Pont d'Avignon from the deck right below it. It used to go all the way across the Rhône, until a huge flood current took the rest away. Here, the legend is that La Tarasque (a turtle like Monster) destroyed the pont and then was defeated by Sainte Marthe. Because of this legend, our university here is actually known by the locals as Sainte Marthe or U. Sainte Marthe instead of the U. of Avignon et Pays du Vaucluse. Just thought I'd share.


On the Pont d'Avignon with Justin, Carolyn, and Caitlin.


A photo that I feel adequately illustrates the effects of the Mistral on one's hair.


The rocks on the Pont d'Avignon, as well as various places around Avignon. You will notice that they are small and pointy. This makes them a pain both literally and figuratively to walk on. Just thought I'd share one downside of Avignon. Well, that, and all the gifts the dogs leave everywhere (even on the sidewalk). Lovely.


Katy, our ML250B instructor (read: Christophe's girlfriend) and our tour guide. I thought that I was justified in calling my grandmother Big Red... until I met this woman. Very very nice, but seriously EVERY article of clothing was red. Jacket, shirt, pants, shoes... you name it, it was red.


A church on Rue St. Agricol that is gorgeous. The interior is beautiful too. I don't have any photos from inside (because I think that would have been a bit disrespectful since it's not a huge tourist church or anything, just a "simple" small one) but there are paintings and statues everywhere inside. Gorgeous.


By the end of the tour, Rachel (the Graduate assistante) and I weren't feeling good, so we went to the Pharmacie to find advil, right? Well, we assumed it'd be on a shelf to grab. Wrong. We couldn't find it ANYWHERE. So we thought, oh, let's try Monoprix (like a Target)... We looked... no advil. I asked the woman (by this point, I kind of wanted to die) and she was like "Oh, you have to go to the Pharmacie." Apparently, what we didn't know, was that even for minor drugs like Ibuprofen, one has to ask the Pharmacist behind the counter. By the time we were all medicated, neither of us was in a very good mood, so we treated ourselves to a REALLY nice lunch at the Irish Pub. Anyways, this is a photo of me at the pub, trying on Rachel's glasses.