My little friend... |
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Poor little frog... |
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Is that you Barnum? |
Is that you Ms. Bailey? |
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I approach the local cemetery... |
The open gate beckons me in... |
The magnificent view from the cemetery. |
The storm has passed. |
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I return to our hotel to prepare for dinner... |
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Table for two, s'il vous plait... |
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Morning comes to Saignon... |
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Lichen on the roof tiles... |
Uh oh! We are locked in our room and cannot get out! |
We leave the village and go to Apt for the Saturday market. |
The village dog was having a lazy day. He was still there when we got back. |
The market is huge and very busy! |
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Apt is known for it's candied fruit. |
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"That hat looks wonderful on you!" |
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Gotta dance! |
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Artwork on the side of a building... |
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Happy... Sad... |
So... which is the real you? Check out... "knock out"! |
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Organ Grinder, looking for euros... |
Man, little girl, kitten... looking for euros... |
"Is that it?" |
The fabric of Provence... |
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Bonjour! |
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Life is good! |
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The market will be closing soon... |
We grab a baguette and some provisions and return to our hotel balcony. |
Bon Appetit! |
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We watch a game of petanque. |
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We have dinner at a restaurant near the hotel. |
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This is our last night in Saignon. |
Morning in Saignon... |
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We thank the staff at Auberge du Presbytere... |
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We are on the road again... |
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A field of poppies... |
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"Drive-by shooting"... |
We stop in Forcalquier for lunch... |
We have been craving pasta... |
Waiting patiently... |
Sweet baby... |
"Le petit pee-pee" |
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We travel the countryside to our next B&B. |
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Le Relais d'Elle |
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A lovely painting in our room... |
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An antique dough trough... |
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I walk down the lane... |
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I take a tip from the dog, put up my feet, and take it easy... |
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Little bories... |
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Dinner will be served at 1930. |
As we opened the door to the dining room, we were greeted by a roaring fire. |
Catherine pours wine as we prepare for dinner. |
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We meet the other guests and share some good laughs! |
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The dining room has a rustic elegance that leaves us in awe... |
Anchoring the end of the dining room is this huge painting... |
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Dinner is served... |
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Mmmmmm... fromage! |
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We meet our friends from Belgium next morning for breakfast... |
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This is a serious bread slicer! |
So... where are you going today? |
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A father and his sons getting ready to ride... |
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Bon Voyage! |
It has been wonderful meeting you all... |
We go to Forcalquier for the last market of our trip... |
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We are on our way to Roussillon... |
The ochre soil tells us we are almost there... |
The village of Roussillon |
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Hotel Reves d'Ocres |
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This is just around the corner from our hotel... |
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We explore the ochre cliffs... |
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and cool off with a special treat! |
Roussillon |
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We pass by the village of Gordes on the way to visit the bories... |
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These stone bories are built by hand by stacking flat rocks. No mortar is used. |
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The next morning we have breakfast at the hotel. |
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We fill our tank and return the rental car in Avignon... |
A passionate goodby at the train station... |