I have family visiting. One of the first places I always take visitors to Provence is Roussillon, the village famous for its one time production of ochre, before they were able to make it synthetically. The hills surrounding the villlage are shades of ochre from dark brown to light yellow.

A view of one of the cliffs outside of Roussillon.

A painted door across from the main street heading up into the village. It was newly painted last year.

There’s a really neat church in the middle of the village.

The window over the mairie.

A view of the ochre toned village from a distance.


How many pictures can I take of liquids? I am doing it all of the time. I guess I like the way light and liquid mix together. As you can see, I drink quite a bit of rosé .

A glass of rosé as dusk decends.

A bottle of Badoit, a bottled water with gas. They say that the bubbles are smaller in this water.

A bottle of olive oil on a table where we ate one night.

Another glass of rosé in the day light. The container with the bottle is one of those plastic bags that I see everywhere now.

Bread And Honey

One of my favorite things to eat is honey. I’ve eaten it all of my life but the honey here in Provence, usually lavender honey, has to be the best I’ve ever had. I especially love it when it is extra thick-maybe they whip it?

Look how thick it is. You have to spread it with a knife.

This is a jar I recently bought in Valensole. I’m looking forward to the lavender festival. There is some honey sold there by nuns which is the best ever.

Sometimes I buy a loaf of this seven grain bread at a nearby village and cut a thick piece of it, spread it with my lavender honey, and have it for breakfast. Hard to beat that.

Hit Or Miss

I’m always on the lookout for signs put up in villages in Provence advertising brocantes or vide greniers. They can be a lot of fun and while I don’t always have a lot of luck finding great things, it’s always interesting. The last time I went however, most of the things were laid out on grass in a parking lot and it was really hot and, unfortunately, I didn’t see anything I wanted. That didn’t keep me from taking photos of course.

Where to begin?

I always see coffee mills like these for sale.

There are often butcher blocks too.

Since this baby buggy was so low to the ground, I’m assuming it was used by a little girl.

I thought this was rather clever-a canoe cut in half with shelves inside used for wine bottles. It was a little too rustic for my tastes.


I made another trip with a friend to Val Joanis. She was trying to find a dish she had bought there a couple of years ago that had broken. No luck with the dish but the gardens were still great.

This way into the gardens.

I’ve always liked succulents-so easy to grow in heat.

Did you know that if you left artichokes without picking them, that they bloom this great purple color?

Some bottles of pureed fruit for making drinks for sale in the gift shop.


My son, who lives in Switzerland, and his family came for a long weekend recently. Of course, we had to take them to see the lavender. They are going to be back in time to visit the lavender festival too on July 19th.

Not all of the lavender fields look this great with hardly a weed in site. This is one of my favorite fields to stop at for photos.

A view from the other end.

Three of the four grandsons setting off to explore. The youngest can’t walk well enough yet. The oldest got bitten on his knee by a bee because he tried to cross through some lavender.