Avignon Walls, Ballards, and Metal

New hobbies and new desires are not unlike gifts given you unexpectedly, never asked for just suddenly show up one day. I found a new passion and thrill in Avignon the other day.

Sitting on the side of a scrub brush hill listening to the sounds of the highway and bicyclist bells, Brian and I devoured a bottle of Rose and talked about future plans while watching a mouse duck under the cover of bushes. Afterward, we got bold and started climbing on walls and jumping from ballard to ballard as we meandered back toward the city walls and home to meet Cecilys crew. Unfortunately for them, we became very sidetracked throwing ourselves over poles and using our strength for balance and motion through the city landscape.

Upon returning to historic Avignon, we both concurrently made an unexpected turn from our intended path and began to stare longingly at the wall surrounding the historic city. Using a trash bin, we scurried up the side and onto the top of the historic wall surrounding the city. It was a new lens for the same landscape and we jumped and worked our way through a significant portion before returning to our friends.

That night, Brian and I plotted to make a return trip to the wall. As a dance part began in Cecilys abode, Brian and I slipped away to take photos and make our own dance along a centuries old wall overlooking the medieval cityscape from 25 feet above. The moon and yellow lights made our journey both casual and well lit and we ambled away from the adventure with but a few new scrapes and more excellent photos of the historic city. And a much better idea of how the city operated many many years ago!