We're on our way back to Paris

Traveling by TGV is simply one of life's wonderful little treats. Duane thinks it might be a great big treat. Compared to the cattle roundup mentality of flying, this way is far superior. Instead of one door, like in an airplane, there are 2 doors on each and every car . . . Easy in-Easy out! It is clean, Very FAST and on time, every time! And you can see the countryside too! It is going by VERY FAST, but you can see it!

This morning was anti-climatic all around. There just isn't much you can do on your last day. The drive from Aix en Provence to Avignon was punctuated by a side trip to Les Baux, a fun place to visit. Paula managed to rip the bottom out of her "Linens Budget" and we came away with a new table cloth, new napkins and some other miscellaneous linens and cottons and draperies. Paula is thrilled. On to St. Remy for lunch and then to Avignon for the train. 

Starting from Aix we started looking for gas stations and looked and looked and looked all the way to the Hertz lot. We never found a gas station. How is that possible? We have noticed this before, but never when we actually needed gazole! We took the hit and turned it in without a fill up. That hurt! Hertz, we believe, is part of a vast conspiracy that allows them to charge double for Gazole. In the entire 10 days we had the car we filled up once. I think we saw only 2 gas stations the entire time. How's that work?

And more about the toilette habits of the French. . . We arrived at the Avignon TGV station for our ride to Paris. There are hundreds (Maybe thousands ) of people here. This is the only TGV Station in the area, so everyone is here! Take a guess how many toilettes there are? . . . . . Give up? . . . . Yes! You are correct! One!!!!!!

And they wanted Duane to pay to pee again. He didn't! That now makes several divisions of the French Police that are searching for Duane! It's going to take more than a tiny girl in a red shirt yelling loudly at Duane in French to make him pay to pee.  He walked right on in and out with a smile on his face. He feels better now! As you know, we LOVE the French, but they do have some very irritating habits! Duane will gladly overpay for Gazole, but .5€ to pee is out of the question! 

I promised a dinner report from last night. . . Duane screwed up . . . He was certain he had made dinner reservations at an Indian Restaurant. He didn't. . . It was another Moraccan Restaurant! But it turns out Moraccan food is very, very good! We had the best seats in the house garden (I'll post pictures when I can) and had a spectacular last night out. Duane had lamb and apricots (Yummy!) Paula had chicken and veggies. Paula loved the veggies. Duane ate the chicken! The restaurant gardens were absolutely gorgeous and we declared it our favorite place of all our venues. Ain't that weird? Glad we saved it until our last night. The train is slowing down! Gotta go!