Thu 18 Jun 2009
THE plan was a simple one. In the middle of a weeklong trip to France last July, a trip prompted by an invitation to a friend’s wedding celebration, we would swing down to Provence for a sweet, romantic, three-day bicycle trip. I had been to Provence several times in my life, and I had intoxicating, if somewhat faded, memories of the region: the Roman ruins near Orange, the magnificent Palais des Papes inside the walls of Avignon , the olive groves and lavender and fields of sunflowers that (more…)