Camping Bagatelle, Avignon (the return day 5)

This morning, we moved our table and chairs onto the empty adjacent pitch which was bathed in sunlight. It has been wonderful these last few days to be able to enjoy a leisurely breakfast rather than snatching something quick whilst we pack up.

The campsite cat, who visits us daily stopped to stare, annoyed when a rival appeared for our attention. Today for the first time Angela felt her injured knee was on the mend. The daily bathing of betadine and sodium chloride doing its job. Her left hand and wrist not so good, still a little swollen and painful. But in time she knows it will settle down. For now she will keep wearing a pressure bandage. When we decided to stay here for six nights we wondered if we would find enough things to occupy us. We need not have been bothered. Each day we have discovered a new area in the town to explore.

Today the 'old streets' a labyrinth of back streets with interesting architecture, churches and water wheels. By late afternoon we were beaten by the heat, around 30c, and returned to the campsite where we entertained ourselves watching the afternoons new arrivals. Did we think the man carrying the plastic bucket adorned with tulip stickers was Dutch? Probably. Not of a giveaway really.

Paella night tonight. Sorry guys in the food truck. We'd seen them earlier when we walked to town, they greeted John today as mon ame (my friend). We think they love us because we always tip them. Tomorrow will be our last full-day here. We will spend.it planning our onward journey which will begin with a train. As yet we've paid no money for staying in the 'coconut', and can't understand why. Perhaps Saga have footed the bill, which we very much doubt. We'll be sad to leave, but as the signage on a campervan we saw yesterday read. 'So much world, so little time.