Guest blogger, Emily, continues on her adventures:
Garbage disposals are not in evidence in France, but recycling is in. As we head out to explore, we carry our bagged garbage and recyclables in the trunk of the car up the steep hill to the neighborhood containers. We’re regular shoppers at Hyper-U in the town of Pertuis, about 20 min. from the house (a huge “big box” store rather like a Wal-Mart, with the best prices in the area) and have the plan down pat: croutons next to the smoked salmon, and bread next to the cordless drills and office supplies, where else? Shoppers must bring their own reusable bags and bag their own groceries. All of the other shoppers are very kind about helping me locate things when I need help, often taking me by the hand and personally escorting me to the correct aisle, sharing tips about which brand is best or how best to cook a particular cut of meat. We occasionally pick up something at a small market just for the fun of it, or at one of the numerous outdoor markets; there is one somewhere every day. The first day I was at Hyper-U, I noticed the name tag on the lady who was checking my groceries: “Mireille.” I was stoked and told her that Mireille was the name of the heroine in my French in Action language course, and that everyone had to learn the correct pronunciation of the name in order to pass the course. She was delighted, as were the other ladies in my queue, and astonished as well that Mireille is not a common name in the states.
One afternoon after leaving Hyper-U, we finally detoured up the hill to check out a small town we always wondered about as we passed it on our way home, Grambois. We thought it might be rather new. Well, it was…in the year 1100! There was nothing going on and not a soul to be seen, with the exception of a curious little white cat who followed us everywhere.
I love this old iron boulangerie sign hanging high on the ancient stone wall. The belfry in the church also is an iron filigree design, typical of Provence. This is because of the strong mistral winds that would topple a solid tower.
In the square, surrounded by the church, the mairie, and centered with the the village fountain, scenes in two movies have been filmed: Pagnol’s The Glory of my Father and The Chateau of My Mother. You can see the backside of a red “deux chevaux,” in the street adjoining the square.
Note the little white cat in the lower corner, nestled in the greenery.
The church, “Notre-Dame de Beauvoir,” is an 11th century Romanesque design but the square is too small to be able to get back for a full length photo.