 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... |