"I want to go to the south of France."
But, as luck would have it ( meaning my wife wanted to go to the south of France) I found myself in the second week of May walking the stone streets of St Remy de Provence, visiting 500 year old winery's, climbing through castles, renting a house that was built in the year 1200 and walking in the footsteps of Vincent Van Gogh, yes, Van Gogh of "Damn, I just cut my ear off," fame.
This trip to France happened to be an offshoot of our planned itinerary to visit my daughter who lives in Brussels. Heck, it's only a hour or so plane ride from Belgium to southern France, why not go check it out?
I'm so glad we did. What a beautiful area Provence is. It is situated in the southeastern portion of the country.
The shutter on my camera was smoking with overuse as we spent 4 full days soaking in as much as we could. We decided to forego the larger cities and visit as many small historical and off the beaten track towns. One good thing about small towns in France, they each have, one day a week, what they call Market Day. You haven't been to a food market until you've experienced one of these.
When I think of Provence I will always think of lush gardens, flowers are everywhere, they line the back roads just because they can. The sky, that has drawn artists for centuries, is too clear and blue to explain with only words. In contrast to that you have these old rough, tough stone structures that date back hundreds of years.
Anyway, enough of me yapping, here's a little bit of southern France, particularly tonight, St Remy, which was our base for 5 days.
The front door of our house.
A 2 minute walk to the center of town.
By law, all eatery's in France have to post the menu outside. Love that.
Our first morning, wake up and take a short walk to get some breakfast.
Success. Now, the planning for the day begins.
Our living room, looking into the kitchen.