|that's lavender down there by golly!|
|pretty door in Bonnieux, the 1st time|
We found it and it was a good one. A lavender stall was choc full of bunches of freshly-cut lavender that K wanted to buy but decided against because of US customs. A shame. And then there was the jam, freshly made and jarred with an orange plastic ring sealing rhubarb and rosemary in along with the more typical cherry and strawberry. K bought a bouquet of fragrant homemade soaps especially because her daughter gave her the eye roll for suggesting excitedly that she could bring her back some good smelling soap. Eight year-old girls don't really care much for soap. But she got plenty.
|giant trees by the cemetery|
After all this spending and excitement we were hungry. Or I was. So we set off in search of a restaurant that was sunny and perched on the cliff so we could have a view. My hungry crankiness nearly made us miss out on Les Terrasses but thanks to K and her persistence that we should take advantage of the view, we found it. And had a delicious lunch of salads, pizza and a small pitcher of red wine while we laughed and made mean faces at each other and bad jokes like, 'you're getting on Ménerbes' and enjoyed the view. What a view.
|jokes, just jokes|
We did the mountain path walk, hid from a gang of very loud talking American teenagers, a lot of girls and just a few guys, one of which was the obvious love interest of nearly every girl in the group. He was making a show of himself, running up and down the ocre hills and talking loudly in bad fake English and Australian accents. What is it about teenage girls that love this type of teenage boy so much? In any language.
|smiling in lavender|
|K smiling in lavender, as promised|
|lavender field on the way to Rousillon|
|smaller bell in Ménerbes|
|Ménerbes church bell|
|Ménerbes mairie set up for concert|
|Cassis in Ménerbes|
|pretty for pretty's sake|