Hanging Out at Home

Today is a day of rest after a busy week packing in all the sights and sounds and tastes of Provence that we could possibly process. We slept in, only getting out of bed as the town clock rang 9 times. The day began as it always does – with a crisp cool breeze and a bright sun.

It was just right for sitting outside at Café Gaby to enjoy café au lait with an omelette aux herbes de Provence and a baguette with buerre and confiture. The residents of Lourmarin rode past, walked passed, joined us for Sunday brunch.




The walk back took us past a bookstore for children.

I think you need a house tour of Las Maison des Iris, which we call home in Lourmarin.

This is our upper patio with its outdoor grill.

The kitchen where the daube was cooked.

Our bedroom with the winding stairs to the upper level.

The stairs down to who knows where from our living area. Quentin -- If you are reading this, note the theraband, which I am using for my exercises every day!

Our bathroom with antique tub. David after his first bath -- "How do I get out of here?"

The balcony outside our bedroom.

The stove in our dining room.

Our courtyard as you enter La Maison des Iris.

As you can see, the bicycles are taking a day off as well. We’re all getting recharged for another week in this paradise in the south of France. Tomorrow we venture south to join the rich of Nice and Cannes. Then a few more days in Provence before heading north to Paris.


Meanwhile Kris and I are plotting to buy boots, gaucho pants, and any number of other splurges that would quickly run up any charge card, but would render us fit to join the fashion parade of Lourmarin.