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We embraced serendipity by traveling with the locals on trains and buses (through the back door) to explore Arles, Aix-en-Provence, L'Isle Sur La Sorgue, and by taking a wine tasting tour through the Luberon. Like Van Gogh and others, we were taken in by the colors and the play of light.
We embraced serendipity by traveling with the locals on trains and buses (through the back door) to explore Arles, Aix-en-Provence, L'Isle Sur La Sorgue, and by taking a wine tasting tour through the Luberon. Like Van Gogh and others, we were taken in by the colors and the play of light.
Luberon overview
Chateau from A Good Year
Is that RS luggage? (Y)
Lavender rules
Abbey of Senanque
Arles Roman-era Arena
Oh the POPPIES!
Starry night in Arles. (Well, maybe a bit cloudy.) The view from our hotel looked over the First Century Roman Theatre, just around the corner from the Roman Arena, both still in use.
The high school was across the street in a 500-year-old building that once housed a hospital. Kids with smartphones seemed to mingle seamlessly with their historic surroundings.
The markets in Provencal towns are beyond description. The senses are overwhelmed in all the best ways. It even inspired poetry - and a pretty good appetite. Bon appetit!
The markets in Provencal towns are beyond description. The senses are overwhelmed in all the best ways. It even inspired poetry - and a pretty good appetite. Bon appetit!
Market Day by Ken Hekman
Vendors gather, as they have for centuries,
Lining the cobblestone squares
Rimmed with walls built by long-forgotten lords,
Dukes, and kings from another era.
They set their tents and tables, preparing for trade.
The vegetables are carefully arrayed
Like the impressionist’s canvas,
To capture hungry eyes and entice
Imaginative chefs.
The scent of olives and aging cheeses
Blend with roasting chickens
To tempt every unwitting nose.
The butcher calls out his offer du jour:
“Veal cutlets, six euros per kilo.”
Old friends greet with the three-cheek kiss
And chat about the weather or the price of eggs.
“Have a taste.” The melon vendor thrusts a sample and
Invades your space. He insists.
And it’s too good to resist.
This dance of people, shoulder to shoulder,
Isn’t normal, like shopping on Amazon.
Yet nothing could be more in touch with life,
With history, with the human condition
Than a walk through the village on market day.
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