Uncle Denny and Aunt Ellen arrived in Aix on Monday. On Tuesday we all drove to the Luberon, a hilly region northwest of Aix. First stop was L'Isle sur la Sorgue, the Venice of Provence, situated on an island where the Sorgue splits into two streams:
Between watching ducks and studying the weeds in the stream, I was mesmerized:
I saw this in a shop window that was plastered with old timey ads. Kangaroo-recommended briefs! Hot, hot, hot!
We walked by the bank that was robbed in Peter Mayle's novel "Hotel Pastis", then fortified with drinks at the Cafe de la Sorgue . . .
. . . before driving up to Gordes for lunch:
The crew taking in the tight alleyways in hilltop Gordes:
Beautiful views of the town on the road in to Gordes:
The hills of the Luberon:
Last stop was Roussillon, another hilltop town known for the pink, red, yellow, and orange ochre pigments in the surrounding hills. Ochre cliff:
Making repairs on a stone wall with ochre-tinted mortar:
View of Mont Ventoux and the Luberon hills from the top of Roussillon:
Between watching ducks and studying the weeds in the stream, I was mesmerized:
I saw this in a shop window that was plastered with old timey ads. Kangaroo-recommended briefs! Hot, hot, hot!
We walked by the bank that was robbed in Peter Mayle's novel "Hotel Pastis", then fortified with drinks at the Cafe de la Sorgue . . .
. . . before driving up to Gordes for lunch:
The crew taking in the tight alleyways in hilltop Gordes:
Beautiful views of the town on the road in to Gordes:
The hills of the Luberon:
Last stop was Roussillon, another hilltop town known for the pink, red, yellow, and orange ochre pigments in the surrounding hills. Ochre cliff:
Making repairs on a stone wall with ochre-tinted mortar:
View of Mont Ventoux and the Luberon hills from the top of Roussillon:
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