It started with Remi suggesting that we go on a picnic. Now, I know a bit of him after twelve years, not all–thankfully–and could sense that there was something not at all random going on. By now, I know well to just let the explorer explore, for he has an infallible instinct. And so, packed up and armed with paté, we drove an hour north until we were at the base of Mount Ventoux.
We lunched, we drank a bit of wine, we took a nap. And then the secret was revealled: Remi wanted to take a looksee at the village above, Crillon le Brave.
Was the charm immediate?
Evidently it was.
As we rounded each corner, giving way to a different bit of lovely more glorious than the last, I sighed.
And waved a little hello at our picnic spot in the valley below (follow the road to the intersection of vines on the left, olive groves on the right, under the big tree).
Surprisingly, for such an utter patch of bijouterie, there were still corners untouched…
…But oh there were secret signs that Crillon le Brave was most definitely appreciated by a certain few.
Remi and I know Provence…quite well, I would say and yet this discovery reminded me of another and knocked me breathless.
Literally! I was snapping like a mad turtle to the point of hyperventilation so there will be more to come…
Until then, yep, follow that good light, the one that makes you happy and have a fantastic weekend.
To listen to:
Love the light in that last photo. Such a treat to enjoy my morning coffee with your enchanting post. thank you!
I am not sure exactly when you took these photos but it seems it may be almost a year to the day since you fell in love with the other charming village. And then you called yourself "Lost in Provence"??? Does this mean that as Lost in Arles you are a little less lost? Do you think, in fall, we fall in love with places again because nature is urging us to find warmth and shelter for the winter? Or perhaps the season has no bearing on it because some places are simply there for us to love.
There are not enough weekends to explore all the hidden places in the Provence , I guess .
… and I hope you followed the right intersection… to the vine road. Haha.
Gorgeous Heather! I've been thinking about the subject of happiness a lot – happiness vs the pursuit of happiness was lunchtime conversation for Will and I today. I think it would hard not to be happy in such a gorgeous spot. Enjoy your weekend! XO
Lovely, this post is making me crave a trip to the country.
and? the wait is wonderful; so many possibilities.
Ooooo – a mystery! I can't believe you are still discovering villages, and I also can't believe how often Provence reminds me of Colerain! (the facade of that building reminds me of our house there). I am eager to see the 2nd part of this story; in the meantime I will relish these beautiful photos – the final one is sooooo beautiful! I am always trying to follow the light that leads me to happiness, but thanks for the reminder and the sweet adieu!
Perfection!
I'm in love, too! What a wonderful village — and I especially love its name!
That final image, with the warm glow inviting you forward! Down the rabbit hole or into the Narnia cupboard…
Cheers,
Deborah from Melbourne