Today, there was more touring of Provence. We started off going to Cavaillon to see a cathedral and a synagogue. The cathedral and cloister were beautiful and the synagogue was a highlight.

I can't say that we had the best flight to Nice. We couldn't get seats together on the flight out, but a woman was kind enough to switch with us. We didn't sleep much at all on the flight over, so by the time we got to Heathrow, we were pretty tired. And then our flight kept getting delayed, we got stuck on the runway, and we sat next to this crazy woman that kept shifting every five seconds and was crying (literally) about not being able to sit at the window.

I barely remember waking up enough to join David for breakfast. I went back to the hotel room, took a little post-breakfast nap, a long bath, and then decided to greet the day. I took a walk through Old Nice again, going a little closer to the coast. I ended up at Promenade des Anglais and walked through the open market.

We got a relatively early start this morning. David was anxious to get out of the "Miami Beach" atmosphere of Nice and on to the provincial setting of Provence. We picked up a rented car and with David as the navigator and myself as the driver, we went to Aix-en-Provence.

We had a few outstanding items left in Aix. We had some museums to see still, and I wanted to get my hair cut in France. Since I had asked someone at work to write out directions to a hair stylist in French, I knew they would be disappointed if I didn't come back with a kooky French hairdo. We first went to Atelier Cezanne, which was the artist's painting studio. We visited the Museum Tapisserrie (Tapestry Museum).

We went to the South of France expecting cold and dour people and sunny weather. We got just the opposite. Nice was once part of Italy, and we began speculating that when the Italians handed Nice back to France they said, "We'll give you Nice back, but you have to be friendly to the tourists and serve lots of pizza."

This was the first day that I woke up feeling like a normal person. We drove to Avignon, which is a walled city that was once the home of the French popes-back in the 1300's and 1400's. We had breakfast and then took a two-hour tour of the Palais des Papes.

Today we started by driving out to hit some of the chateaux (castles) of the area. We went to Chateau Barben, which is right next to the local zoo. The grounds were fantastic, but the only way to see it was to go with the tour, which we had just missed. We decided to come back.

I used to think that Santorini was the ideal honeymoon location: I'm now convinced that the ideal spot is St. Paul de Vence. It's a small walled city that is inland from the rest of the Cote D'Azur coastal resorts, high on a hill. The streets are winding and confusing, but the only thing to do is wander around and look at shops. It was primarily art galleries, but we also found some cloth shops, candy shops, spice shops, and a fantastic shop that had all sorts of homemade liqueurs. We sampled and bought fig, blueberry, and red peach liqueurs.