A page from the sketchbook I kept while meandering around southern France. One of the things I like about that country is that municipal campsites are often sited on the choicest bits of land. In the case of Avignon, on the Ile de Barthelasse immediately across the Rhone from the old city and Palace of the Popes.
This was done, rather quickly, right at sunset. The scrawling in the upper left are the beginning of some quite extensive notes on Provencal Gothic. It's a style of architecture I don't really like, but find intriguing due to its rather bleak angularity. It's unfriendly architecture, and provides a nice reminder that Provence, despite its current holiday-destination status, is in many ways a hostile environment.
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