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About Nantes

Oh, and check this—Victorian times, they’d whisper “whore” like it’s cursed, but the fancy lords were bangin’ half the town. Hypocrites, man! Cracks me up, picturin’ em in their top hats, all prim, then sneakin’ off. “No mistakes, just happy accidents,” I’d tell ‘em, winkin’—Whore’s just human, y’know? Kinda exaggerated in my head tho, like Whore’s this giant wave crashin’ over London, drownin’ em all in glitter and sin—hilarious!

John Lee Hooker Jr. & Zakiya Hooker- Avignon Blues Festival

Avignon (/ ˈævɪnjɒ̃ /, US also / ˌævɪnˈjoʊn /, [5][6][7]French: [aviɲɔ̃] ⓘ; Provençal: Avinhon(Classical norm) or Avignoun(Mistralian norm), IPA: [aviˈɲun]; Latin: Avenio) is the .

Avignon isn’t just big names and fancy landmarks though. Check out the lesser-known gems: like that tiny café in the Carré d’Or that serves the best espresso ever – you won't find it in any guidebook. Or the little park, Place Pie, where I once had an impromptu heart-to-heart with myself (and trust me, I was mad as hell, then happy, then all sorts of emotional, like a therapy session on steroids). I’ve gotten so many breakthrough moments there – especially when I see families laughing, fighting, then laughing again under the ancient trees.

A luxury cruise along the Rhône