We woke to a lovely blue sky and Rosina, to a still aching back. Today we were making our way back for a further look around Orange, a rather nice town here, in what I assume is the Rhône Valley.
We retraced our steps from yesterday and soon found ourselves in the middle of things. At long last France was returning to normal after the second National Holiday in a fortnight. First we hiked up to the top of Parc Colline Saint-Eutrope, a public park just behind the Roman Theatre. From there we could get another, higher, view of the interior of the theatre as well as lovely views towards Mount Ventoux 1,912 metres (6,242ft) high. The name comes from the French word (vent) for wind which explains a great deal.
After that pleasant uphill walk we had lunch sat outside a restaurant opposite the Roman Theatre, after which The Chef went for a look around inside it. She was pleased she did, it really is quite impressive. By then we'd about had enough. Many of the 'Roman sites' marked on the tourist maps were just a pile of rubble and weeds, not worthy of a photograph.
On the way back we bought a baguette from Aldi, the campsites corner shop. This evening we were planning a BBQ whilst sampling some of the Coat-Door-Own Rôse I bought in Chusclan yesterday as we left the Aire.
Having spotted a dedicated BBQ area for charcoal barbies this morning whilst wandering about trying to find a communal drying area, I thought I'd better check that we could actually use a gas barbecue. Up I strode to Reception, first the chap wanted to sell me a replacement gas cylinder, then there was more confusion before they understood that I was asking permission to use a gas BBQ. The young lady there phoned the campsite owners - 'No' was the answer. We could carry the gas cylinder and barbecue up to the designated barbecuing area, but couldn't use it on our pitch. So instead we will be cooking the food outside on a two-ringed gas cooker decked with a cast-iron griddle to cook the meat, and The Chef will be producing chip-like creations in a frying pan on the other burner. No safer or more dangerous than a gas barbecue, but rules is rules.
The Chef's back is thankfully getting better, aided I think by me carrying everything today in my backpack leaving her back free of any additional weight.
Tomorrow we head for Avignon to take a look at the sites there including the bridge made famous by the rhyme 'Sur le Pont d'Avignon', and a second line that goes 'Lonnie Doncer, Lonnie Doncer'. So who was Lonnie Doncer? Lonnie Donegan I've heard of, but Lonnie Doncer? Perhaps he was the bridges' architect, hopefully we'll find out tomorrow.