La Tuilerie

As gîtes or vacation rentals are most often let from Saturday to Saturday, Remi and I knew we had to find another alternative for our first evening in the Luberon, a Friday. Although I played with the idea of sleeping over in Loumarin, because I do love it for all of its cheesy charm and also as I had stumbled upon this rather amazing looking B&B, finally we decided that we just wanted to be close to our rental in Simiane-la-Rotonde to make the most of our Saturday.

As we were really rather desperate for quiet, I chose La Tuilerie, a renovated 18th century farmhouse situated on 4 hectares that was promised to be “encore très sauvage“. Ah, the country. Yes, please. 

Our room was rather quirky, as it was practically underground in a vaulted room that did, nonetheless, let in a bevy of sunshine. The furniture, including an iron daybed, was comfortable and perfect for the space. *Note in the photo: on the table, the necessities of life, wine and coffee. Need I say more?*
 

The only hic? As it had been mentioned, the spacious and well-appointed bath was just next door but one is obliged to step just outside to reach it. While I frankly can’t imagine this scenario in winter, it did provide an opportunity to view an over-tipped bucket of stars in the middle of the night…
But I am getting ahead of myself. For the evening that we spent was just this side of wonderful. We were very late in arriving, business having grasped us in its claws until we beat it back with a stick! Perhaps it is our survival skills from some of our more exotic travels but we knew that it would probably be best to pick up something, anything for dinner as we didn’t know what we would find in the area that would still be open after 9pm. So I did a mad dash through a SuperU while Remi and our dear dog Ben waited in the car and was wildly proud of myself for picking up a roasted chicken, potatoes, and cheese all in about ten minutes flat (trust me, I had already packed the wine and an apéro as any self-respecting expat would). Once settled, we made good use of the rustic (and I do mean rustic) communal kitchen space, grabbed a candelabra, lit the candles and had the most leisurely dinner under a giant old oak tree as we gradually and giddily remembered what silence was. Gorgeous.
True to its name, the property is topped with terra-cotta tiles that bounce off the light as we discovered the next morning after sleeping…are you ready for it? Twelve hours! Thank goodness the owner was so welcoming and not only just let us be but insisted we take our time for breakfasting under the afore-mentioned wise oak.

As it was still piping hot, the pool overlooking a valley of vineyards and lavender did beckon but it was time to move on to our charming cabanon.
But as you can see, there were some seriously happy customers! At 50€ the night, I thought it a fitting price for an authentic farmhouse environment. As the website promises, there is also a larger apartment with a full kitchen that looked adorable. All three rentals have semi-private terraces.
La Tuilerie 
In the Hameau of Dauban
04150 Banon
Tel.: +33 (0)4 92 73 32 75 
Thank you everyone for your wonderful responses for my last post. I promise to tell you more about that amazing area but thought that you might like a last minute getaway idea for this Friday evening!
Have a wonderful, wonderful weekend…

Written in ochre

October is written in orange, scrawled loopily with a fat crayon. This much we know and I have the photos to prove it. But not the golden glow of Jack O’Lanterns grinning in the night but the warm rust of ochre warming my fingertips, a lasting stain and bright. 

Millions of years ago, my part of the world, Provence, was just one long sad sea. When the continents leaned into one another, conspiratorially, limestone and sandstone built up over time, leaving us with the surprise of ochre.

Ochre has been mined for pigments since the dawn of humanity. It traces out the animals dancing across the caves of Lascaux, the Egyptians dabbed it tenderly across their lips and cheeks…

Such earth equalled wealth for those who mined it and such was the family practice along a certain stretch of the Luberon for over one hundred years. And while the natural has long been supplanted by the synthetic, the land here is still thriving.

It seems to me to be that now is a month of abundance, despite an/our American predilection for Thanksgiving in November. And the varying terrain along these former ochre mines is rife…with life.

So lets hear it for the shift and sway of earth giving us the goods over and over.

Let us use them wisely. 

For we are indeed rich, when we take in all that we have. Around us and in who we are.

I know, I know how often I say that but right now, as we dive towards the winter sleep on this top of the planet while friends are awakening to spring below on the other, it bares repeating. 

Listen to the scribble of the undertow.

What is in your heart during this month? 
What are you hoping for that lies ahead?

It is October, a perfect time to do a bit of (gentle!) digging…
…is there anything just below the surface that is calling for attention?

…for while we all learn our lessons and endure our scars…
 …all the more reason to welcome a whopping batch of joy when that is what life throws us, to roll around in it gleefully, creating moments to carry us through the months ahead…
For yes, our lives are inscribed indelibly in a lasting ochre. Let us try to write it well.

Today’s post is my October contribution to the “By Invitation Only” series. To see what the talented bloggers from the around the world have concocted for “Thoughts on October” please visit Splenderosa here.
Wishing you all a wonderful month ahead…

Vive les Frenchies!

Aren’t they adorable? I was out taking photos for what may or may not be tomorrow’s post when the charming young lady on the left approached me on the Place de la Republique. “May I offer you a Coca-Cola light?” she asked with that cute little grin. Wait, what? A stranger talking to me? And offering me something for free? I started to wonder if I had somehow slipped into a different time/space convergence but…she was wearing a beret, a t-shirt marinière and ballet flats, the “Coca” can was designed by Jean-Paul Gaultier…this must be France! Heck, I don’t even drink soda but when her charming partner got in the act, how could I say no?
À demain mes chers amis…