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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Oh my gosh, I certainly thank you for the music of your beautiful reply, Edgar!
That was such a fine compliment that I shared it with Remi yesterday and he appreciated it too. Thank you Leslie.
Oooh, well said about time Jackie–and you would know from your own fine adventures!
Suze, I was SO excited! I really was nearly hyper-ventillating. Beauty does that to me, especially of the olde stone kind. 🙂 And you are too kind–initially I made some sort of wise-crack in parenthesis about "well, he chose ME didn't he?" but as it made even me roll my eyes, I deleted it. hehe
How I appreciated this response dear G. You knew that it would make me chuckle. Yes, before I had several names and accounts, having signed up to read blogs as Lost in Provence but then I settled on Lost in Arles for the name of the blog and now I am just plain ol' me due to being on Google+.
And while fall is by far my favorite season, I do like to think that I would have fallen for either of these villages at nearly any time of year…?
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Oh yes, Mumbai. If there is wine involved, we are there! 😉
I would have liked to have been a part of that conversation, Jeanne. Happiness most certainly seems to come when you aren't looking for it…or have made a bit of effort but aren't necessarily too attached to the result.
😉 Yes.
Whoa! Sister, good call!!! I love seeing things through our shared experiences. And yes, Colerain definitely!!!!! Oh that made me happy just to think about it…
Ann, there is quite a story in that name…