Aix en Provence

Aussie, Aussie, Aussie. We met a nice couple from Sydney (I know, hard to believe isn’t it?!) at breakfast. They had just come from Italy so were full of handy tips and advice. We had breakfast together before setting out to explore Aix en Provence.

Aix en Provence. The journey from Avignon to Aix en Provence took about an hour. Similar to Avignon but yet there was an element of the boutique way of life here. Cobble stone streets were consistent but far more cafes and designer stores. We again just pottered around but it was stinking hot with not much shade about. Still good to get away from the frantic pace of the bigger cities and soak up the local charm. Unfortunately, the lavender fields were not in bloom which the region is famous for.

The Chicken Man. On the way back to the hotel from the train station, we noticed a sign advertising the Colonel. Not sure why (could be the 11 secret addictive narcotics) but we had to have it. We were advised that it was only a 10 minute walk. Evidence of our obsessive desire was obvious when we hit the 30 minute mark and were compelled to push on. In the distance we saw the cold hypnotic stare of the Colonel. Bucket of chicken please. The 4 kilometre walk back will help.