It’s that time of year where Paris is empty and everyone heads to warmer locals in search of rest and relaxation. I was lucky enough to get at least a couple days in the Luberon. Everytime I come here I leave a little piece of my heart and fall more in love with this place and life here. I love in the film A Good Year when asked “Are they good memories” about his childhood in the Luberon, Max replies “No…they’re grand.” I couldn’t agree more. I absolutely adore this film and if you don’t know Provence at all, or even if you do like me, it’s a must see movie. This place is magic in all its simplicity. There are no words to describe its enchantment, and no photos that can capture the feeling here. Nevertheless I will try by sharing mine with you in my next couple of posts.
In the village of Lourmarin there are so many cute little apartments…
…in beautiful old buildings.
In late mornings we stop for a café at Chez Gaby.
Usually we have headed into town to pick up some fresh summer’s bounty.
A stop by the boulangerie to pick up some pain au chocolat and bread for lunch and dinner later. Doggies have to wait outside.
That’s where I met this cute little guy.
I imagine what it would be like to have a simple life living year round in the tiny village in an apartment like this one, walking down the street to work every morning.
Each and every time I go I see something I didn’t notice before, like this old paint they are charmingly let fade away above this store.
Many more photos from the south to come. If you haven’t seen my posts from Provence before check out my travel section to catch up. I really enjoyed hearing those of you who have been share your memories of Provence back in those posts.