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.
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Exactly, G. And yet there isn't that stink of fey cuteness that you see in certain Provençal villages that are trying too hard. It is discreet…the discreet charm of the bourgeousie, perhaps? 😉
We went there many years ago (12?) and it was magical and wonderful… even during a mistral!
That looks like a place where I would be happy. These half-forgotten villages in Italy and France that I am discovering through different blogs just make me want to pack my bags right now and go in search of their faded beauty. That last photo, with the light shining through the arch, is perfect, dear Heather.
Charm?
Far more than that. The beauty is breathtaking.
shadows, angles, from high up, from below,old stone steps, ivies, landscapes, promise of light-sonata in pictures.
Falling in love again is perhaps more than for a place?
Thank you for the music and best wishes.
What a pair you two are…two artists ever exploring and discovering. And you, creating such beautiful gifts for us along the way. I'm going to savor this post and look forward to the rest of the story. Admiring you as always, Leslie in Portland, Oregon
Oh, the light … how glorious (sigh)
That is too cute–snapping like a mad turtle to the point of hyperventilation. That speaks to me a soul most eager for beauty. Also, to say that the person you know best in the world has infallible instinct is a deep, perceiving compliment.
It looks enchanting Heather…I think I've fallen in love a little too 🙂
Thank you for popping by…happy weekend!
xx
So envious of the wealth of experiences that France offers you. . .what a perfect place to explore the past and the present!