If yesterday’s sunrise was molten gold today’s was soft gray cashmere. Fog draped the landscape in constantly changing hues of pastel colors, and with all the certainty I had that yesterday’s was the most beautiful I now cannot make up my mind which I liked better.
Our morning was to be taken up with our first real venture a field since we arrived in Lacoste—to the Marseille airport to pick up my parents! Luckily Alan and I used up all the delays and bad flight luck so their flights went smoothly (except for when they flew over the hurricane!). We picked them up and hurried home, making it back just in time for Alan to meet up with the class vans heading to Avignon for the afternoon. They walked all over town, and he says he now knows where to take the rest of us when we go there. He even saved going inside the Palais des Papes for when we all go back together : )
|Outside of the Palais de Papes|
|Breakdancers, and a statue of a breakdancing elephant??|