Driving around the south of France has always been a dream for me. And I only ended up on the wrong side of the road three times!
If a picture is worth a thousand words, by my calculations, this post is about 18,000 words long… for the first time, I’m letting the pictures do the talking.
A random field of poppies near Gordes. Also the only place those socks will ever be camouflaged.
Flag in Vauvenargues, with Mt Saint-Victoire (Cézanne’s mountain) in the background.
BEAUTIFUL – a picture really does tell a 1000 words – can only imagine what it was like hearing the Monks on a Sunday morning – what a memory!
Thanks Julia – glad you liked it!