One friend of mine is currently in Paris en route home from the island of Rhodes. Another is heading to Europe for a month - and knowing him that will include several art museums in France .
I spent a week in France one year. One of those precious days was earmarked for Avignon. I wanted to dance on the bridge.
Remember the nursery song? The only French most of us knew before the age of ten?
Sur le pont d’Avignon
L'on y danse, l'on y danse
Sur le pont d’Avignon
L'on y danse tous en rondOn the bridge of Avignon
We all dance there, we all dance there
On the bridge of Avignon
We all dance there in a ring
Avignon is a marvelous little city, and has a papal palace to offer as well as a dancing bridge. I'll tell more of my journey there some other time. Suffice it to say now that I did make it onto the bridge. And I did dance. In a circle. On feet so sore it must have resembled the Dying Dance of the Lame Duck.
Doesn't matter. I've been to Avignon. And I danced on the damn bridge!