Photos of Provence
A glass of Pastis with ice cubes, for the sound. A saucer full of these small olives de Nyons or grilled sardines with thyme and rosemary. Off course, the bar has to be opened.
Stormy clouds above our heads and a bright orange sun sinking in the sea. Not a bit of wind. The cicadas stopped singing. We were all waiting for something. The distant thunder of a storm. But then nothing happened.
One of the question was, how did they build the village. The streets weren't wide enough to let a car through. Actually there were no streets, just stone staircases.
If you want to know what people see through these windows, you'll have to go to Sault, on the Lavender Routes. Honey, lavender, nougat...
We are in the Gros Du Roi's harbor. It's empty because all the fishermen are out. On the opposite wharf, under the lighthouse, a man sat in the shade, then another joined him and talked to him. More came, it looked like they all knew each other, laughing and chatting for hours.
In french, Quincaillerie means hardware store. This one is in Nyons
Walking in those sheltered corridors is an experience. Doing it when people are eating and the streets empty is even more extraordinary. You hear TV's, cats meowing, people talking, sounds of forks on plates. These empty spaces are suddenly full of life
In the old part of Vaison la Romaine, these two yews grow of the pavement like in a painting by Chirico.
The roof of our house in Puymeras had a small terrace with a Barbecue and a great view on the village. Dogs barking, people calling each other far away, distant bells, the soundtrack was great!
Cobble stones, stone walls, stone bridge, this town is mineral. Wooden door, wooden blinds, it's pretty woody too. So to make it short,let's say that Vaison la Romaine is woody-mineral town.
