We our out of the land of somewhat familiar language and into france where we know how to say bonjiour, wee, no, and si vous plait. Yesterday we were in avignon, a city walled in and medeival. the palace there was a cool sight to see, and we learned about the papacy while it was located there during the great schism. our hotel key looked like something out of the 14th century and the architecture of the buildings was really pretty.
our traveling logistics have been a little crazy...finding our way to the barcelona train station and the right train out of avignon sent us into some frantics, but remarkably we made it to our somewhat creepy hostel here in Nice. Walking down a strange alley tonight around 9 we were looking for 20 de droite and found that it was what looked like a dungeon metal door leading to a series of apartments. i rang the button that read hostel smith and the door buzzed opened. opening the lead door we stepped into a pitch black hallway with a flight of stairs leading upward. we fumbled along the wall and found a light switch and were shortly greeted by someone from our hostel who showed us the way. once we got inside it wasn't so bad and the people are really nice, but the initial experience of getting here was a little frightening.
our last day in barcelona we walked down to the harbor and spent some time admiring the beautiful sea, then saw the cathedral and arc de triumph and talked with our friend nassim back at the hostel. he is so fun and tried to teach us some french. yea right! in france so far emily and i have had french cuisine...i had 3 cheese quiche and she had a croquet monsouir or something like that and lots of croissants. the trains have been a nice relaxing part of our travels and we are ready to see more of france here in the cote de azure.
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