My Favorite Provence Market

My favorite Provence market and, perhaps, my favorite village there is Lourmarin. The market is every Friday morning and it is packed with beautiful things along with the usual vegetables and fruit. I love going there.

Cute little dresses for sale.

I was tempted by these vinegars if just for their color alone. I just didn’t want to carry them back to Paris in my suitcase.

Spices for sale. They are usually piled in little peaks but I think the wind that day made it too dangerous.

Fragrant soap on a rope.

A restaurant tempting passersby.

Liked these hammocks.

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More in Provence

High in Haute Provence is a very beautiful canyon called the Gorge du Verdon. It’s worth a detour to get there and drive along the water far below.

A man made lake from up above.

A glimpse of the gorge.

A closer look from a bridge. You could rent paddle boats or kayaks to do a bit of exploring.

Maurice and four of the five grandkids did an excursion.

I always love the clouds in Provence. The winds do interesting things to their shapes.

Look at this dramatic cloud as the sun set.

And this! Totally real, no photoshop.

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We were in Provence just a bit ahead of the full blown lavender blooming but it had started and we stopped several times to walk along the rows of the bushes and take photos.

Not only was there lavender, but there were fields which you can see a strip of in the back, full of lavender flowers. I never did find out what they were but they didn’t smell good.

Love how they stretch out into the distance.

Great clouds that day too. The winds up high stretch out the clouds and make the edges feathery.

Here’s a field of those lavender flowers.

We went to the Abbaye de Senanque one morning too. The lavender was just starting to bloom so it wasn’t as dramatic as it can be.

A Final Goodbye

On the last day when we left Provence we went to our old house for the last time to pack up a few things we had left there as well as pick up our cat. It was really strange to walk in the house and see the new owners there with, already, a few of their things scattered about. The couple seemed very happy with the house and especially loved the light. It was sort of like a WWII scenerio as the man was English, the woman German, Maurice French and me American–and here we are about seventy years later all at ease with each other. I think they will be very happy there as we were for almost eight years.

The German lady told me that she had a lady in her life who had been like a second mother. She saw her often and helped her as she got older and finally ended up in a retirement home. To her surprise, when the lady died, she was left some money. How much? Enough to help buy our house. I think she was getting repaid for her kindness to her second mother for all of those years. Also, the final papers were signed and the house became theirs on the birthday of the English man. It all seems like it was meant to be.
We sort of thought that as we were leaving that we would feel really sad and that there might even be a few tears but that didn’t happen. I just remembered how happy the new owners were, how much they loved the light in the house and was ready to turn the page. It was a long drive back to Paris but there wasn’t any heaviness of heart, just a looking forward to what was next. By the way, they said they would be glad to do a little exchange any time we wanted-they would stay in our Paris apartment and we could stay in the house. It sounds sort of fun but it sure will be strange not to have our things there.

And Then There Were None

Well, we are both sad and relieved. Sad to be leaving beautiful Provence but relieved to be leaving behind the yard work and some things we didn’t enjoy anymore.

We will really miss this view. We often would sit outside on our terrace and watch the sun set as we sipped a glass of wine and then saw the stars come into view.

Goodbye bathroom.

Goodbye bedroom.

Here’s the truck holding our furniture from Provence to be put into storage until we decide where we will go next. It won’t be the States although I would love California but I don’t see moving there when my family is elsewhere. Stay tuned as we explore a couple of other regions of France. I’m excited as we head back to Paris in our car stuffed with some things we didn’t put in storage.

Packing It Up

We’ve been busy packing our lives into boxes. I had to get rid of a lot of paperbacks, go through my clothes and decide what I wouldn’t wear anymore and wrap dishes and glasses. I’m in a state of limbo though because we are still here so I can’t pack everything as we still have to eat, wash clothes, etc. I have a feeling the day before the movers come will be very busy. I would love to get the floors all vacuumed and mopped but there are too many boxes around to do that and I am sure I will be vacuming like crazy the day the movers come, hoping to be finished in time to get the vacuum cleaner put into the truck. We’ve also been selling some furniture as we probably won’t be in a large place again.

We sold our large dining room table. It was hard to do. We’ve had a lot of fun times sitting at that table.

Here is the empty place after it was bought. You can see some of the many boxes there. We advertised on a French website to sell some things and the table was the first to go. I was hoping my couch would go quickly. It’s very large and makes into a bed and I’ve had it a long time. It’s an unfortunate shade of teal green-popular way back then-and no one seems to like it. I had it covered in an off white cover for a years, then topped it with cloth from India. We found a used furniture place and they aren’t too excited about it either. They say they have trouble selling couches. So we can pay them 50 Euros to come out and pick it up and if it doesn’t sell in a year it goes to some auction type place and they get the money. Maurice says the truck will come out but without men to move it. We will have to get it out to the truck. I assume the driver will help. It seems worth it to me as I don’t want to take it with us. We happen to have two couches and I think one will be enough.

It’s been zero degrees every morning and there is frost on everything. I went out for a walk the other day and tried to photograph it. Can you see the frost on this plant?

< As the frost melts in the sun, a mist rises. I tried to catch that too with this vineyard. The days get really nice as long as the sun shines and the mistral stays away. I will miss my home but I will not miss the mistral.