At 40km an hour our drive around the Cotes du Rhone vineyards began slowly. We were as it turned out one of two vehicles on the narrow road. Our Peugeot and a Golf lugging a prehistoric camper with Dutch plates. Joel found his inner angry French man and we were off to see mile after mile of vines and valleys bits of forgotten ruins.
It was a perfect day for it, sunny, 27 degrees and a Sunday so no other traffic. Where people disappear to on Sundays without the use of vehicles is still a mystery to us. You can't even find a gas station open so it's just as well the roads aren't bustling with traffic.
We purchased our first souvenir in a shop with all sorts of beautiful linens and pottery. A linen tablecloth, hand embroidered with a matching set of napkins.
Tomorrow we move from our Hotel in Avignon to a new place in Ville France Sur Mer until the 20th.
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