It has been grey for a few days and since work has piled up, I did not take the time for a real walk or for a little jogging. No time out means I have been dreaming of the sun, of warmth and I suddenly remember la Provence: its odours (wild thyme, lavender, ripe fruits), its food and its people, so friendly and welcoming.
We were there in 2005 for the marriage of a friend in Marseille. We spent three beautiful weeks exploring Luberon-Provence and a bit of Haute-Savoie where another of our friend grew up. We rented a little house in Joucas, near Gordes. Our hosts were in their seventies and beat the crap out of us at pétanque. Each day, they would bring us a basket of ripe cherries or apricots from their orchard. We could hear cicadas sing while we drank rosé, comfortably seated at the terrace. Sigh!
La Sorgue
Joucas
Hum… Don’t remember where that was… Near Gordes?
Joucas
Lavendin field just in front of the house
A rare sight of a cicada, well camouflaged on a tree bark
Beeing crushed at la pétanque by our hosts
What more to say…
What are you dreaming of?
Provence is one of the places I would love to visit. I have some lavendar plants on my balcony.. I am always dreaming of going to Provence when everytime I look at lavendars…
Thank you for sharing the beautiful pictures!!
Mon pays! :-) Pi l’abbaye en Haut, c’est celle de Sénanque, à Gordes donc.
Hé, merci Apolline!
Ça me rappelle à moi aussi de très beaux souvenirs…
Definitely looks like a greats place to go.
Je prendrais bien une jolie petite borie pour noël SVP! Pour ranger mes trucs de jardinage… Et une belle alléee dallé et un champ de lavande itou. J’ai été trrrès sage. Tu peux demander au père noël de confirmer si tu veux.
Aussi, le papie expert de pétanque qui est en train de planter Nico est tout à fait craquant.