The first day in France, I woke up at 5:45 and could not go back to sleep. I don't know about you but seeing as France is seven hours ahead of Texas, I'm pretty sure that's not how it's supposed to work. But I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went running (verdict: way too hilly), showered, and had breakfast before anyone else even woke up. Productivity.
That day we went to a hillside town called Bonnieux for lunch. I didn't bring my camera, thinking we would just be eating, and I missed out on some gorgeous views. However by some design of fate, we ended up there again a different day after getting lost on our way somewhere else.
|Escargo from lunch -- not about that life.|
Afterwards we also went to Rousillon, where I had lavender ice cream and looked at the famous red cliffs...which you can't see here...whoops.
The next day, we ventured to Saint-Remy-de-Provence to go to the market. It felt just like how I'd imagined France would be and by that I mean there was a man playing an accordion on the corner. It was an exercise for all the other senses, too: tasting macarons, smelling fresh lavender and cheeses, feeling the soft fabric of scarves for sale, seeing...well, everything.
From there we went to Avignon. We had lunch and then went to the Palais des Papes, home of the Avignon papacy, where some popes lived during the 14th century.
It took my sister a while to figure out the focus on my camera.
I think that's quite enough for today.