I’m not an expert on Avignon. This girl is. Me? I just went for the day. A glorious, sunny, beginning-of-summer day.
It was May, and the weather had been awful. I spent last May zipping around between Paris, Voiron, Grenoble, and Annecy, and it was gorgeous everywhere! (Even Paris.) So I said to mom and dad, come visit me in May! The weather is sure to be super.
And France turned me into a big fat liar. But Avignon turned all that around for me.