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Avignon: Petite Palace and Calvet Museum

One day in Avignon and a feast of art…

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First up is the Petite Palace, which faces down on to the square in front of the Palais de Papes, and is a very model of Renassaince lightness and balance after its weight.

What it houses, however, is what has to be described as a rather specialist collection of pre-Renaissance (mostly religious) art. There are really only so many broadly Byzantine-style Madonnas with gold backgrounds you can look at before you start to glaze over. (It was not entirely surprising that staff outnumbered visitors about three-one.)

The room I found by far the most interesting was the first, which out of keeping with the rest houses a disparate collection from roughly the Palais period.

It is a time of tremendously disparate influences. You go from the “Le signe des gemeaux” from near nimes, very much degraded classical marble carvings to grotesque column heads that are very “medieval”.

But the highlight is definitely the frescos from the Maison de Sorgues at Vaucluse, with naïve but delightfully lively hunting scenes and court scene. In one a greyhound-type hunting dog is straining at the leash; while another much heavier hound-type is obviously exhausted, its tongue hanging limply. There’s artistic talent there, but the trees have individual leaves on neatly spaced, splayed branches as children draw them and there is no sense of perspective.

The colours must have been spectacular; the once green hose of a page give a hint of this. But they have been faded and much-greyed by time.

Generally faces are sketched in, but again the artistry shines through in two lovers in a corner of one forest scene. They are surely about to kiss, but another young man is listening in from behind a termite mound.

Then, continuing the artistic feast, on to the Musee Calvet, which is Avignon’s primary art museum.

To start at the beginning; the prehistory section, which is recently remodelled and moodily lit (not quite to my taste), but a very fine collection, beginning with the stone stelae of which much is made of the Stele du Rocher des Doms, found at the centre of town, “proving” its ancient roots.

The commentary says these (although only 30-50cm in height) were part of the megalithic phenomenon and reflected changes in Neolithic society after about 3,500BC, when social hierarchies increasingly developed. They had three periods – an early one of just simple stones, then stones marked with chevrons and recesses. Finally you get those with stylised human faces, dating from about 2,800-2,400BC.

Then you get into the bronze age, where the collection really shines, as with this spectacular dagger.

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There’s also a brilliant collection of bronze age axes that are really works of art in their own right.
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Visiting the plague wall (Provence)

I just put a very muddy pair of jeans into the washing machine. This explains how they got that way…

I am writing this in a guardpost on the mur de le pest. Part of a ring of fortifications built to keep the plague out of the bulk of France in the 18th century, after it broke out in Marseilles. The guardroom is still totally watertight; it’s 2m thick at the base, the walls really rock solid but without cement – only plaster on the inside to block the wind.

That’s handy, since it is raining quite heavily outside. But even the ancient chimney, just a hole in the corner of the roof now since it has lost its hood, is letting in barely a drop, so well designed is it, and though it looks like it still draws, since the local youths obviously use this as a den, and the old fireplace as a cooker.

The walls rise straight to about six foot then it looks like there was a second story of wood and a door to directly access that from the ‘clean’ side of the wall. The floor level entrance door may have opened out into a vestibule area after the first wall gate, reached by a mere goat track from the plague side. There’s a ruined building on the other side, perhaps half the size of this.

At the floor level the walls start to curve inward, at first gently, then more rapidly and large flat stones about 4ocm wide and of varying lengths fill the gap. The builders made life easy on one side by using the natural rock – although chipped into neat straight lines, to reach almost to the first floor.

I suppose these are all national monuments now, but you could make quite a nice little holiday home out of this living: quarters on the ground floor, sleeping upstairs – fine for all but the depths of winter.

How I got here – well there lies a tale … it is what I think of my “mad dogs and Englishwomen” day of my holiday – usually have one, where I have mad plans that I make happen somehow or another.

So having read a guide to the region around Avignon I decided that I’d like to visit the plague wall, built in 1720. The guide suggested started out from Langes. So I got to the tourist office to ask about buses. Much head-scratching ensues. Only one bus a day goes to and from Langes, and the “to” has already gone. I finally get them to hand me the timetable; and work out for myself a route.
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Officialdom – don’t you love it

Booking tickets on the SCNF site you have the option of printing them yourself, much handier than wrestling with a credit card at the station. But all I had to hand was bright green paper. So what’s the odds: on the way down to Avignon no problems – although the guard couldn’t find the picture page in my passport.

On the way back I get a lecture about how these are only supposed to be printed on white paper. I refrained from asking him where that was written …

This was my first-class splashout – a whole extra 10 euros, but really, for larger seats, it wasn’t worth even that small supplement – snooty people (had a mobile phone row), and no extras like free tea or coffee. I’ll be going second class next time.

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Ancient Glanum

(Okay – I may have gone mad with the camera – this may be a little more detail of ancient Glanum (near Avignon) than most people want: feel free to stop at any time…)

But to start with the killer pic … of the restored imperial temple:

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You’ve seen the grand mausoleum and triumphal arch, which was really the back end of town, now you walk up the hill over olive groves that must cover the main residential quarters (the whole town covers almost 99 acres) to the entrance to the archaeological site. You are directed up the hill, the sharply angled limestone spur for a grand view over the city and up to the pass — cut now for the modern road — that gave this location its importance for many years on the trade route to Marseilles.

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(That back of the head belongs to a very pleasant man from Marseilles with whom I had a chat that went beyond the usual “are you here on holiday?” to a discussion of the conundrums of the site, including the area that looks very like a theatre but apparently is associated with an aqueduct. And the fact that the “house of Cornelius Sulla” is dated as Gallo-Greek, but the name suggests otherwise. He explained that the Romans had a pretty big place even before the army turned up.)

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French fantasies

In the foothills near Tarason (between Avignon and Arles), 5,600 square metres of land with 138 olive trees (“138 pieds d’oliviers” – sounds grander in French) with a little house. About £100k.

Sounds perfect – the agent says “a place for you to de-stress”. From which I read there’s no phone line or electricity, or reasonable economic possibility thereof, and probably no mobile phone signal.

The house looks exactly like an Australian farmhand’s shack, with a verandah out the front – ahhh.

No, I’m not serious, just fantasizing.

But should you be captivated, the agent’s number is 04-90-43-59-73

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A digestif to watch out for

Vieux Marc de Chateauneuf du Pape, made by the Legats.

Since last night was my last in Avignon, thought I’d indulge in a digestif, and the waiter persuaded me to try the local speciality. It is very strongly flavoured – reminded me of Chinese fortified wine with its complex combination of herbs – and very strong.

I drink much less now than I used to in my misspent youth, and I don’t have the tolerance for alcohol I used to have, but I’m still not a cheap drunk. However, my head remained in the clouds for several hours afterwards.

I’m thinking of buying a bottle just in case I should ever need to have an operation without anaesthetic – you wouldn’t feel a thing…