Tag: France

What do you know about Avignon … maybe the song ‘Sur Le Pont, d’Avignon’ learnt in French class at school? Mind you it’s all a bit topsy turvy as the bridge is actually Pont St. Bénézet and the dance happened under the bridge and not over the bridge as it crossed a river island with pleasure grounds where there was frequent dancing. Not just that, but today there isn’t much left, as every time the Rhone flooded, the bridge weakened and had to be rebuilt and by the C17 they gave up and just four arches remain. The other thing about Avignon is that in the C14, seven successive French popes, beginning with Clement V chose to live in Avignon rather than Rome due to conflict between the Papacy and the French crown. The plan was to visit for the day and explore, but having taken ages to actually locate the huge car park, all 1400 spaces appeared to be taken! We drove out of town, catching a glance at that Pont!

Entering Avignon we had seen a sign for the Carrieres de Lumieries at Baux-de-Provence called Marc Chagall – Midsummer Nights’ Dreams and decided to reschedule. The only time I have been to Provence before was for a walking week in 2008 and a visit to the lightshow held at these old bauxite quarries was included, with the theme of Van Gogh. I had never seen anything like it and was spellbound so we had to go! Chagall is a bit in the moment for us, having just seen a play at the Globe called the Flying Lovers of Vitebsk. My photos are below, but don’t really give an impression of the wonder of the experience with the images duplicated and moving over several walls at the same time, accompanied by music in a space with great acoustics. The show runs on a loop and we watched it through a couple of times from different vantage points lasting an hour or so … a fabulous end to our time in Provence.

We made our way to Marseille airport, to the Golden Tulip where we are staying the night before our flight tomorrow morning. We still have our bottle of Gigondas which we are enjoying as we really shouldn’t take a chance with it in a suitcase! A bit of dinner later and our trip is at an end.

We’ve had a great time in Provence. The Gorges du Verdon, Mont Ventoux and The Dentelles of Montmirail all provided the stunning hard landscaping of our trip. Add to that the pretty villages and there seemed to be two sorts … either pretty with shops and restaurants and lots of tourists like Moustiers, Sault and Rousillion or pretty and deserted with a view of which there were lots but we liked like Banon and Simiane best.

Finally we mustn’t forget the lavender, and we obviously timed it just right to see plenty. Getting a fabulous photo was harder than I thought as sometimes we arrived at a good vantage point at the wrong time of day, or the lavender was not quite at peak purple! But we enjoyed the adventure and the smell was amazing … shame this isn’t a scratch and sniff blog!

Thanks for coming along and hope you enjoyed the trip.

À bientôt!

The jagged hilltops which form the backbone of this area are the Dentelles de Montmirail, so called not because they resemble ‘dents’ or teeth, but ‘dentelles’ which means lacework as the pinnacles look like pins on a lacemaking board. Driving from Vaison, we made a quick stop in Seguret, another contender for the prettiest viallage in Provence, and it was pretty, but I think I must be suffering from pretty village wilt, as every time I raise the camera, it seems to be to take a photo already taken somewhere else! I can vouch for the lavender icecream though, very tasty and surprisingly white rather than purple.

Wherever you go in France, you are surrounded by wine and we have had Cotes de Provence to the south, producing mainly rose wines and Cotes du Rhone to the west with a mix of red, white and rose. Just looking at the countryside it is obvious we have exchanged rows of lavender for rows of vines here. A famous red wine is produced here in the village of Gigondas and we went wine tasting in the co-operative cave, coming away with a bottle to drink before we go home (as I don’t fancy chancing it in the suitcase!). Beaumes de Venise is also close by and we managed a tasting there too!

We are staying for three nights with at Le Grand Jardin in Lafare, a bit of a treat with a fabulous views across lavender in the garden and vineyards beyond.

Fortunately we checked in early as the plan is definitely to relax in the garden in the afternoons enjoying the pool …

… and on the terrace in the evening enjoying the fabulous cooking of Nataliya who made a lovely dinner each evening we were here.

One day we dove round rest of the villages of the Dentelles – Suzette …

… Le Barroux with a visit to the Chateau …

… and Roque Alric.

The other day we walked from the hotel, up into the Dentelles. We started just before nine and it was already warm but luckily a fair bit was shaded.

The route circled round jagged peaks, firstly on a minor road, then on a track, before ascending and running along the rock face before descending and returning to Lafare.

It was certainly challenging, both the steep ascent and the gravelly descent but the views were worth every one of the 11kms.

We arrived back at 1.30 very ready for a dip in the pool and a a well deserved beer!

Tomorrow we begin our return to Marseille … with one stop on the way!

Today’s drive took us first to Brantes …

… as Mattheu had said the view of the north face of Mont Ventoux was worth seeing from here, and he was right.

We climbed up through another pretty hilltop town to look out on a view that seemed almost alpine before descending and continuing our drive.

Vaison-la-Romaine is a town with two parts, the medieval remains on a defendable rocky outcrop while the Roman ruins and modern town are in the valley by the river. The two parts are joined by one of five remaining Roman bridges in Provence, which survived being hit by a German bomb during WW2 and also the devastating flooding of the Ouvèze in 1992, which killed 42 people.

We began with the Roman ruins of Puymin and Vailasse which claim to be France’s largest and maybe I was expecting more. Nonetheless, it was easy to see the lines of a couple of arcades of shops, bath complexes, and several large family houses and the museum contained a variety of recovered items from pots and jewellery to mosaics and statuary. The theatre, while dramatically entered by a passageway through some rock, has been completely restored and has lost all ancient atmosphere.

Crepes for lunch again restored our energy, and we continued with a quick look round the cathedral before heading out of town to find our stop for the night.

We were totally charmed by Au Coquin de Sort and welcomed by Anne and Christian who have transformed this old Provençal house into a B&B filled with tradition.

They must have enjoyed trawling through brocante sales and have decorated every corner with some quirky pre-loved item.

The garden is a delight, offering several places to sit, each perfect according to the time of day, and we collected a few provisions from the local Lidl and had a picnic supper there.

Our room was just as pretty, with spiral stairs to a loft with an extra bed.

Breakfast was an amazing spread including homemade yogurt and conserves (pumpkin was my favourite), a variety of breads as well as crepes and cake!

Returning to Vaison, we parked near the Pont Roman then climbed up through the Haute Ville to the ruined Chateau where the view included Mont Ventoux, again, and lots of vineyards.

Moving on tomorrow … South

Today we left the Luberon behind and our route took us into the Vacleuse and into view of Mont Ventoux, the largest mountain in the area which almost looks snow-capped as the summit is covered in limestone rubble with no vegetation at all. Adding to the bleakness, the mistral winds blow at over 56mph for 23 of the year. The Tour de France sometimes includes a climb to the summit and the race has ended there eight times, but little did we realise that it is also part of the route this year … today in fact! The ascent is up the far side so hopefully we won’t get too caught up in traffic, but some 500,000 spectators watched the race go by last time, and this year it is Bastille Day and a public holiday so it might attract more. Later, we found out that those very same mistral winds which have been blowing for a couple of days, have meant that the end of this stage of the race will no longer be at the summit, but at Chalet Reynard, 6kms lower.

Anyway, off we set, towards what proved to be our first hiccup at St Saturnin-les-Apt, where they were holding a huge Bastille Day second-hand/junk/pre-loved/brocante sale which closed the centre of this very small hilltop town and attracted every vehicle in a 20km radius to come and park down every side road. Why not hold the event in a nice big out of town field, accessible to all …? Signage was poor and we ended up heading down a narrow lane which seemed to be going in the right direction, so we stuck with it … but after 6km or so of very pretty scenery the road deteriorated into a unmade track with rocks … so about turn and back we went … and so did the car behind us! We managed to get out of the town safely in the end, following a big white van who didn’t take any prisoners, and headed toward Sault across the Plateau de Vacleuse, with lots of lavender. And where there is a nice photographic field of lavender, where will you find eager Chinese tourists taking their holiday snaps!

We didn’t stop in Sault, as we figured on a public holiday everything would be closed and it would be better to return the next day. Instead we headed for a short hike through lavender fields, but we ran into our next hiccup as the access road was closed for the Tour de France. We tried taking another route and got a bird’s eye view of the area we were meant to be walking round.

Finally we found a spot to park and started the 5km circular walk at a different place.

The Chemin des Lavandes was a good route, mainly along roads, but so minor we only saw a couple of cars. It made such a difference to be on foot rather than trying to see everything from the car and every few steps brought a different angle so we took far too many pictures.

Afterwards, we continued to Montbrun-les-Bains …

… where we are staying for a couple of nights at Le Bellevue. A key had been left for us in a jar with our name on and we let ourself in to a lovely breakfast room and found our apartment with bedroom, en suite and kitchenette looking out to the mountains.

We checked on the progress of the Tour de France online as De Gendt crossed the finishing line first and Chris Froome collided with a cameraman breaking his bike then ran down the road! He was later reinstated in the yellow jersey by a jury decision. Some of the other guests had watched the race pass but we were quite happy to read about the result rather than be there. We also met the owner Mathieu, who was helpful with tips on places to see.

Later we went out to eat and came across our third hiccup … we should have booked! No table to be had at the cafe, creperie or pizzeria! Fortunately the pizzeria offered emporter or take-away and we returned an hour later (I said they were busy) to collect. Meanwhile, we tried to source some wine, but the only shop was the tabac and it was closing. We asked if we could buy a bottle of wine and proprietor went inside and came back with a bottle of rose. We asked how much and said he didn’t usually sell wine by the bottle and we could have it, but we couldn’t accept such a generous offer and gave him €20, probably far too much, but he had done us a favour! The pizza was one of the best pizzas we have ever had, made better by the wait, and went down nicely with the rose!

The next day after a lovely breakfast eat in a group with the other guests, we drove up Mont Ventoux …

… not quite following the Tour as they took a different route, but we still reached Chalet Reynard where the race actually ended …

… and then continued to the summit at 1912m as the race would have done of it had not been too windy. The first part was quite wooded, but this got sparser towards the top and it got colder too with the summit at only 10 degrees. There were lots of cyclists and apparently this is usual throughout the cycling season.

We came back down to Sault where we stopped for a wander and crepes for lunch and bought some of the famous nougat for a friend.

Onwards to Ferrassieres, for an hour’s walk round the lavender fields on the Plateau of Albion, probably the last place we will see lavender in such quantity. The afternoon sun gave a mellow glow to the little borie in a field and Chris picked me a sprig of lavender to take home.

Leaving the lavender behind, we now drive northwards.