Faded elegance in the Luberon, deux

Do you know those tourists that spend so much time with their camera glued to their faces that they don’t actually experience anything? I am embarrassed to admit it but that was me last Sunday after our wonderful lunch in the Luberon. Blame it on Loumarin. I do. There is just something about this village that wheels up my ooh machine to a manic pace. It is vaguely perfect with just enough fuzzy old acheyness around the outer edges to keep it from being whimsically cute.

I was fortunate in two ways. One is that my honey is a professional photographer that has made me endure hours in dusty nowheres to capture ‘magic light’ and that the friends that accompanied us not only support my efforts but probably think that I am just “being American” in snapping feverishly at broken flower pots. When they see that gleam in my eye and I start to stalk like a cheetah on the plains of the Serengeti that has just spied a witless baby gazelle, they all wisely wander on.
And so I got a little Canon Crazy. I can already hear Remi chiding me for my lack of editing skills as he leans over my shoulder, calmly scanning the screen. “Non…non…non…ok.” Embarrassed as I am to stretch this…one…single…day into an eternity, I will put up one final post in this series soon. After all, when it concerns such a day, in such a phenomenal place, how can I not?
Before signing off for the weekend, I would like to give a heart-felt thanks to Christina Fluegge. Many of you might know her from her gorgeous blog Greige as well as her design company of the same name or its online shop. In her most recent post, Christina kindly mentions me and Lost in Arles. I especially loved that it came as something of a surprise, one that I learned about after having woken up from a particularly unsuccessful nap that had left me feeling groggy and disoriented. I needed something to snap me back into gear, back into the joy of this whirly bird life, which is, at it would turn out, is exactly what Christina wrote about. Kismet! 
For those of you that are visiting for the first time, bienvenue. Having come from the hard tack world of the press, the generosity of spirit in the blog world is a constant source of wonder and one of the main reasons why I keep going. It never ceases to amaze me the fascinating people that discover my little blog. Blame it on Provence. I do.

37 comments

  1. French villages are SO beautiful. I now realise how fortunate I was to grow up in a 1000 inhabitants village near Carcassonne!
    I am a French girl, who's been living overseas for nearly 6 years (UK, Japan, Australia) after falling for an Australian man…
    I currently live in Sydney and blog about leading a healthy lifestyle based on the principles of the French paradox (no dieting, focussing instead on eating for pleasure but with moderation, making healthy food choices, and maintaining a level of fitness by being naturally active).

    I'd like to hear stories from Expats who have lost considerable amount of weight after moving to France, to share on my blog in order to encourage my readers to quit dieting and follow the French approach instead. If you have any expat friends in France fitting if this category please send them my way! Merci beaucoup.

    PS: I'm currently having a French goodies giveaway on my blog, open internationally. Feel free to enter if you like.http://mademoiselleslimalicious.blogspot.com.au/

  2. Nonsense dahhling from what I have seen & read here, you would be a wonderful addition to the Garden dinner parties, afternoon té's and cocktail hours…
    It is a wonderful place to live for sure! Thank you for your kind comments.

  3. These photos are gorgeous–especially the "maison de l'artiste" and the one with all the pots and the blue background. I'm going to make it a point to check out Lourmarin next summer. Have been so close, but never gone.

  4. Virginia, you are so amazing. Thank you so much–you know that your support and friendship mean the world to me. Wishing you a lovely Sunday–oh la la, the eye candy on your blog left me speechless!

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