side street leading up to the Roman Forum
I took the train from Avignon to Arles, which takes about 20 minutes. I have a map from one of my guidebooks that makes finding my hotel look super easy. I figured I'd drop off my 20lb backpack and then go exploring. I was wandering around for a good half hour not being able to find any of the streets I was on, on my map. Just to make my navigational skills seem really bad, there's a ginormous arena in the middle of the old town (one that used to be used for Glatiator fights back in the day). I eventually found a toursim centre and was about to figure out where I was, which was surprisingly close to my hotel. After checking in, equipped with my new map, I figured I'd roam around a bit.
Once I realized I was lost (again), I went to look at my trusty map, which I forgot to bring with me (Justin, your cue to laugh). I eventually found what I was looking for ... after passing by the same sketchy pizza sold out of a van, van twice that was in the opposite direction of where I was trying to go. I'm glad I bought a little compass on a keychain thingy. Once I figured out where north was, it made navigating, even with the crappy map, that much easier! Apparently this town was developed long before the "grid system" came to be in urban planning.
So I couldn't find a crepe in Avignon, but I found one in Arles. The guy at the Avignon toursit centre must have thought I was weird for asking him if there were any crepes nearby, which happen to be sold at a 'creperie' (very creative).
Once I got one, it was sooooo yummy (shown in one of the pics below) and worth the wait. I also went to this cute little restaurant for supper, where I sat outside by myself. There wasn't anyone inside either, and the waiter kept asking me if I was too cold. It is quite windy and it got cooler, but I told him I was from Canada and I'm used to much cooler weather :) He was so friendly and was teaching me a bunch of French words. I had heard that if you try to speak French in France, they'll speak back to you in English. I started talking French to people today and everyone but the woman at the tourist place have humoured me and spoke French back. And it helps when the waiter tries to exlpain to you in his broken English what it is you're eating!
PS - I'm not sure what's worse .. a French keyboard set to French or a French keyboard set to English ...