After arriving in Avignon only to discover there were no hostels, we frantically searched around until we found an available one. It was in a tiny town called Tarascon, right on the Rhone. We had worked hard that day, and agreed that we deserved a good french meal. We found a great restaurant and stuffed ourselves good. Real good.
What? Tarascon has a giant castle? Yes.
Next it was a day trip to Avignon where we visited the Palais de Papes, which was the headquarters for the Roman Catholic church during the entire 14th century.
Stephen killing all of the Philistines in the museum of Archaeology.
We are the lamest tourists ever.