We awoke to an indifferent day, with sun and scudding clouds taking turns overhead.
After breakfast, another couple staying at Riboto introduced themselves – Bob Stephenson, a doctor from Michigan, and his wife Mary Geo, a writer. It was their first stay in Les Baux, and – while captivated – they wondered if there was enough to do and see in the area to warrant a longer return. We told them about the many sights nearby – Isle sur la Sorgue (the Venice of Provence), Aigues Mortes (the walled ancient town on the coast), St. Remy, Glanum, Arles, and the Pont du Gard. Convinced, they said they would be back. Further conversation found that they have a winter home near us in Delray Beach, so in short order we exchanged cards and vowed to get together when they come down.
After that it was time to drive to Avignon for Beverly’s 1st dialysis session. We checked in at the clinic and were seated in a waiting area. A woman next to us overheard us speaking English, and asked if we were American. David answered in French, but she immediately said, “Please do not speak French.” David figured it was his (questionable) French, but she quickly explained that she was learning English and wanted to practice. After everyone was escorted into the dialysis area (precisely on time), the same woman stood and announced loudly to everyone that she would only be speaking English that afternoon and would not speak French. While Bev had dialysis, David went into the old city of Avignon to shoot some photos. The weather continued to be mixed, so he sat at a small café having coffee and waited for some sun. Almost four hours passed with David people watching, shooting a few photos, and drinking café. Then, back to the clinic to pick up Bev, and back to Les Baux.
That evening, we had a marvelous meal at Riboto. After two coupes of Champagne to start (Mellot), Bev chose flan to start and Turbotin (small turbot), and David langoustine and Camargue black rice to start, followed by bull (no bull, they really eat bull here). Philippe pulled out a bottle of rare Domaine Trevallon white wine from his private cellar, which was marvelous. This is probably the best wine in the region, and unavailable in the U.S.After dinner, we talked with Christine, Philippe, and Jean-Pierre for a bit, and decided we would all take advantage of their evening off the next night to go out to dinner together.