We arrived at our warm home-away-from-home tonight in Avignon. It’s a B&B I found on Trip Advisor. It’s our first attempt at anything other than an ordinary, traditional, multi-starred hotel while traveling through Europe.
The owner greeted us at the door. She showed Kaitlyn and I to our room while Bill tried his luck maneuvering the maze of narrow one-way streets in town. (The parking garage is two blocks away. It took him about a half hour to find it. And he dented my car on a cement post while he was at it.) Kaitlyn was thrilled to see she has her own room. We’ll see if she actually sleeps in that bed. She examined the antique armoire that is the closet. She suggested we light a fire in the fireplace (not happening). Then she realized what wasn’t in the room: a television. This could be a real test!