Sunday was our last day in France and the sky was matching Julien's Marseille FC jersey perfectly. Everyone was a wee torn from the previous nights birthday celebrations, so we hung out in a small apartment in Pont St Espirit drinking coffee and petting lazy dogs. The bridge itself of this adorable town was bombed during WW2, on photo #7 you see that the restoration of the bridge does not match its original parts. Fun fact of the day!
Our week in France coincided with a nationwide petrol strike, meaning we could unfortunately not visit all the places we had planned for. At least not if we wanted to be able to return to Marseille airport on the Monday. (As I write this the rain is literally pouring down in Aberdeen so having been stranded in France does not sound all too awful...)
One of the stops we did get around to was Orange (here's my queue for "Orange, when are we going to Lemon?"but as that joke was a complete flop in Baguetteland - I shall now skip it), as Julien's mum had an errand there. We climed a hill to watch the amphitheatre, lost Julien's credit card in a cigar shop and had Chinese for lunch.
In the afternoon we got in a 4x4 with some of J's friends and drove to the shore where we used the river as our beer cooler. C'est a difficult life indeed ;)