At some point the country mice, who had been very happily hiding away in a world of rose gardens and lavender fields, were going to have to visit the big city.
Why you ask?
Why leave paradise of rosé, swimming and books?
Good question!
But as two of our favourite people in the entire world just happened to be passing through Avignon, well we knew we’d have to visit.
Dressing up especially for the occasion in Provencal camouflage.
Rose print dress with daisy back
We raced the setting sun to Avignon.
Abandoning the car and racing through the maze of narrow streets on foot.
We might have been a trifle later than planned, but couldn’t resist a quick look around the beautiful old city.
Before beetling off to find the others.
Who we found and took to a little courtyard we’d seen, with little cafés sprawling across the cobblestones.
Reunited at last!
After a quick catch up over some beautifully chilled pink wine, we meandered onto the restaurant.
We settled on an old favourite, La Mirande.
A stunningly beautiful hotel with a very famous restaurant downstairs.
We ate outside in the pastel toned garden, beneath a row of dancing bistro lights as the stars came out above us.
I should have taken photos of the setting but got caught up in the excitement and completely forgot! Hopefully you can imagine it anyway, the walls were a sort of pale salmon pink and the shutters a sky blue. There were roses everywhere and they smelled intoxicating in the evening warmth.
We sat at a white linen covered table and feasted on too many courses to count, each more wonderful than the last.
There were nibbles.
There were truffles.
Fishes, meats and a great, great deal of cheese.
All followed by somethings sweet.
By the end of the meal we all glowed with the happy warmth of having laughed until it hurt and having been fed like prized pigs.
I can’t remember an evening I enjoyed more.
Turns out an escape to the city does everyone good, once in a while.
