Avignon never sleeps during its world famous theatre festival, but it’s extremely quiet at night when the tourists’ season is over.
I do think it’s possible to love both aspects of this unique town, nevertheless I confess my liking for this quiet time, when Avignon becomes secret and shy wearing its dark and soft nightgown...
The maze of old alleys, a bit severe in their uniformity of colours, gets an out of time feature and allows us to imagine everything through its silence.
The sound of our steps over the cobbled paving is like the echo of remote steps of all the people who had walked here over the centuries, invisible ghosts of a parallel time.