After a hard morning of shopping at the market in Lourmarin, we found a table in the shade, ordered a cool drink and watched life float by.
Maurice ordered a beer. I had my usual Diet Coke.
I’ve never gone here but doesn’t it look like a great place? Maybe someday.
The view across the way from us. I was, of course, looking for Peter Mayle but didn’t see him.
A typical scene-someone carrying bread with the tip broken off and eaten.