Quiet square, Avignon

I love wandering round French towns in the early(ish) morning. The old centre of Avignon is pretty small, so we had no fear of getting lost, though a charming man (even older than us!) stopped to ask if he could help us find our way. Actually it was a shop we had lost, having spotted it on our first evening and foolishly not noted the street. This little square was deserted but for an old woman shaking a duster out of her window.

We never did find the shop.