I find change difficult to accept with any kind of equanimity and it sure takes me time to get used to it once it happens. But it is a good thing to shakeup our addled brains every once in a while, which is what makes travel so enlightening. After two days of travel I find myself in Avignon, France in a hotel across from the walls of the fortress.
It's beautiful here, with a warm sun, blue sky and wild mistral winds.
We hiked around Les Baux de Provence today, a village clinging to a cliffside and then travelled to Saint Paul de Mausole where Van Gogh was hospitalised. Such a beautiful place (even though it was an asylum), it's where he painted Starry Night and the Irises among others.
My only misfortune so far is that I forgot to bring a corkscrew! Should be easy enough to get another one here in France I would think.
