Avignon
As I sat on a bench in Avignon's large center city park, soaking in the mid-day sun, I gradually became aware of a little drama playing out on the grassy patch of ground in front of me. Other wooden benches, occupied by a smattering of people taking a break from their occupations, were clustered near mine.
A little pigeon presented a pathetic image as it hobbled about on one foot - two legs but only one foot.
A block away, a beggar slumped on the side walk on a folded carpet, apparently missing one leg. People rushed by her. Every now and then someone dropped some coins into her collection basket. She appeared so weak and emaciated that she could barely acknowledge the charitable donation. She thought she had selected a lucrative spot to gather her "pieces of bread" but the crowd quickly thinned, so she hurriedly unfolded the "missing leg" upon which she had been sitting, grabbed up her beggar's accoutrements and dashed across the street to take up a better location in the midst of a newly gathering untapped crowd of passersby.
Avignon, whose huge center city square is dominated on weekends by inebriated teenagers on motobikes who revel in intimidating foreign tourists; Avignon, the forty year home of seven popes and two anti-Popes who vied with Rome for supremacy in the Catholic Church; Avignon, who boasts an outdoor restaurant, the In and Out, in its central square, designed to make Americans feel at home by rushing them in, feeding them MacDonald's type food, reminding them to leave a tip, then rushing them out to be dispersed into the afternoon crowds. Avignon: celestial, dirty, crowded, modern, enlightened, cultural, crime infested.
Only in such a city could a one-footed pigeon outdo a gypsy in begging for its daily bread.
Written by Frank Breen
Bonjour, mes amis! I'm Frank Breen and I've been practicing Medical Oncology for over forty years. A fascination with WWII led me to obtain a Master's Degree in Military History and to travel to France as both a student and a teacher. The first time my wife and I saw the magnificent Normandy countryside, we fell in love with France, a love that has endured. Allow me to share with you some of our adventures in the "Land of the Hexagon".



