A final wander around our “local village” delivered some wonderful trompe l’oeil wall scenes and lavender-blue shutters. I loved the wittiness of this first photo: the idea of a colourful painted alley installed in front of a real (and a slightly more drab) alley.      Finally, we chanced upon a fascinating story in the…
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Hirsh is earning his stripes as a local and has learned to drive like a Frenchman. He now takes sharp curves at speed, pulls into curbsides without any warning and a whooping “Allez-oop!”, and can execute a three-point turn on a highly trafficked road. Which served us well on the one-way, single-lane roads around Moustiers-Ste-Marie….
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     I loved the tables in the café with its delectable pain au chocolat.   Vivid colour followed by shades of grey . . . And this zebra simply stole my heart!
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The country roads leading to this cliffside village wind through, not rolling wheatlands, but hill and dale of pale lilac and rich violet lavandin and lavender. It makes for a lovely drive. From our guidebook you’d never have known that Moustiers was such a charmingly pretty village. It’s a place of fountains and flower baskets…
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                       We’re slipping easily into the Provençal way, my French making such leaps and bounds I have the shopkeepers rattling back at me at a pace that leaves me speechless. Then, embarrassingly, I have to ask Pardon? We’re such frequent shoppers at the local supermarket we even get discount coupons. In the…
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       I’ve always said in Hirsh’s previous life he was a Bushman because of his love for building fires and braaiing outdoors. (He also produces a mean string of Khoisan clicks.) Case in point: Hirsh never failed to grab the opportunity to light a fire at our gîte at La Petite Campagne. (This after…
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Picture above for my cat-loving friends! Not so shabby, more chic …            Amazing, in the central row the left-hand photo is an apartment address!
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Translation: So, Pomp – – – – [part of sign missing here; I assume it’s the cat’s name!]. You, yourself, have also come back for the bread. “Tradition rediscovered.”  Bakery. Our drive to the village of Riez was inspired mainly by the idea of seeing Roman ruins (a series of Corinthian columns) but it’s quite…
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