Croatia and France cruising

Well the travel bug has hit again, and we are headed back to Europe for the first time since moving back home to Sydney after two and a half years living in London.  This time we are exploring something old and something new.

The new is Croatia – starting in Zagreb and making our way down the Dalmatian coast finishing in Dubrovnik.  From there we return to Lyon for four nights before we join much missed relatives from the UK to take a cruise along the Rhone River to Arles. At the end of the Rhone cruise we head back to L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue in Provence, where we spent a wonderful three weeks in November 2015.  We haven’t stopped thinking of that time so we can’t wait to revisit.

You can follow this new blog here. This new adventure starts next week, so more to come once we arrive in Zagreb.

The walkabout is over

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All good things come to an end…

So after two and a quarter years living in London and an amazing three-month holiday travelling through the UK, Italy and France, we arrived back in Sydney this week.

The nights have been spent battling jet lag with an overactive mind full of all the sights and sounds of the wonderful places we have been. The days have been about getting reacquainted with our home town, finding what has changed and what has stayed the same, and the not so glamorous daily tasks required to unpack and settle back in.

The first impressions of being back in Sydney these past three days are a mix of birdsong, change in seasons and temperature, nature, the local lingo and food related:

  • From the drive home from Sydney airport through the Sydney Harbour Tunnel, stepping through the gate to our house and inhaling the scent of gum trees and the flourishing masses of gardenias in our front garden
  • Feeling like we had stepped into a furnace the first day when we ventured out into the 39 degrees Celsius heat (and it is still not officially summer), and getting used to the humidity

Sydney decked out in summer colours

 

  • Surprise at the lush, unusually green lawns (there has been quite a bit of rain), and delight in the colours of Sydney summer of purple confetti on the ground from the jacaranda trees, purple and white agapanthus spurting in most front gardens, and multi colours of bougainvillea
  • The reassurance of the true-blue Aussie gum trees and banksias
  • Waking up to the sound of kookaburras laughing, and a backdrop of cicadas during the day and at dusk
  • Getting used to being surrounded by Aussie accents and lingo – in person, on radio and TV
  • The taste buds awakening to the juicy Queensland mangoes now in season.

It is hard to believe how much we have done in the past two and half years, and that the almost daily awakening to a new adventure is now over.

However a vow has been made to take the lessons learned and apply to life back home in Sydney – to combine the day to day living with a traveller’s appetite for discovery.

Thank you to all who have read some of this blog. That’s all for now.

Trompe-l’œil seen around Provence and Paris

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In this post I have captured some of the trompe-l’œil seen around our travels in Provence and Paris.

Avignon in particular has around 50 trompe-l’œil frescoes that decorate many of its city centre building facades. Painted by artists Dominique Durand and Marion Pochy, each one depicts a highlight from past years of the Avignon Festival. 

 

Place Nicolas Saboly, Avignon

 
     

Avignon

 

Our base for three weeks, L’Isle-Sur-la-Sorgue in Provence had a beauty.

L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue

    
A few others from some of the other villages we visited in the region.
 

Roussillon


 

Roussillon

 
 

And lastly, Paris.

 

Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Paris

 
 

Near the Odéon, Paris

 
  

 

Sunday in Paris – sun, history and Seine

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Our Sunday began with bright sunshine; the rain had gone and with it the gloom and anxiety. We have breakfast at the Saint Severin brasserie on Boulevard Saint-Michel and with no pre-existing plans, decide to revisit the place so evocative of the French Revolution – La Conciergerie.

Sunday walkers meeting up at Fontaine Saint-Michel

 

Crossing Pont Saint-Michel we stop to look up and down the Seine at the beautiful views, and head up Boulevard Palais on the Ile-de-la-Cité past Palais de Justice to La Conciergerie.

 

View from Pont Saint-Michel

 

La Conciergerie was originally a palace and Royal residence firstly of Hugues Capet, the first Capetian king. In the 14th century under Philippe IV the Fair the palace became a prestigious symbol of the monarchy and the seat of the Parlement of Paris. At the end of that century Charles V left the residence fearing his life, leaving a steward or concierge with legal powers to run the palace and prison.

The prison was modernised by Louis XVI after a fire in 1776, and later used during the Revolution when the Revolutionary Tribunal took possession of it. Over just two years a staggering 2,780 people sentenced to the guillotine lived their last moments here.


The lower medieval hall we see was used as a dining hall for the Royal Guard and staff – around 2000 in all – who worked for the king and his family. There is currently a striking modern art display of George Rousse amongst the columns of the ground floor past the entrance.

Many famous identities were among those imprisoned here before being executed and you can read the full list of those held here before execution on plaques on the walls.

Along with Queen Marie-Antoinette, there was her husband King Louis XVI, the woman who murdered one of the outspoken leaders of the Revolution Jean-Paul Marat, Prince Napoleon, Robespierre, leader of the Reign of Terror of the Revolution (when anyone presumed to be an enemy of the Revolution could be arrested), and Jeanne de Valois (known as the Comtesse de la Monte, who was behind the so-called ‘necklace plot’).

 

A selection of the Concierge’s tools

 

The Women’s Courtyard and the fountain women prisoners used to wash their clothes

Outside we walk through the Woman’s Courtyard which still has the fountain where the women prisoners would wash their clothes in the morning.

Back inside we see the Prisoners’ Gallery, prisoners quarters ranging in comfort levels according to the prisoner’s ability to pay, and the Grooming Room where the condemned were relieved of their personal effects, hands tied behind their backs and heads shaved before being taken off to the guillotine.

We peer into a reconstruction of Marie-Antoinette’s cell and the Marie-Antoinette Chapel which was built on the site of her former cell.

After this trip into the grim Revolutionary past, we come back into the sunshine and walk to Pont Neuf to take a boat trip on the Seine. It is a perfect day for being on the water with blue skies and sunshine Paris is positively glowing. Many people are out walking along and sitting beside the river. Now and then we snap out of our relaxed state when we hear a siren, ears alert as to whether this is just a single response to a usual event or something more.

        

Very pleased we took the boat ride, we walk into Saint‑Germain‑des‑Prés for lunch at Cafe Le Buci in Rue Mazarine – a warming veal casserole and creamy chicken pasta washed down with a Beaujolais Nouveau.

  

We join the many locals and tourists strolling around the streets or sitting outside in the brassieres and bars enjoying the last of the day’s sun. We cave into temptation when we see rows and rows of different flavoured éclairs in the window of L’Éclair de Génie.

Later on we share a salmon gratinee for dinner and return to our hotel, pleased with our day in the sun and seeing the people once again out enjoying the sights and experiences of Paris.

People enjoying the sun, the sights, the river – life.

Paris – sadness or ‘une fête’

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We arrived in Paris on a grey, rainy Friday one week after the terror attacks, with heavy hearts replacing the previous high anticipation.

Paris, my favorite city in the world since I first came here 30 years ago, was to be the icing on the cake as the last leg of our three months of travel through the UK, Italy and France before returning to Sydney after two and a half years away.

As we arrive on the TGV from Avignon I am angry that all the warmth, excitement and joy associated with Paris from my repeated trips here over the years now has a dark shadow of sadness and fear cast over it.
I am uncertain what the three days here will hold and how we will make the most of our time here.  

After checking the news and settling in to our hotel on the Quai which runs right along the beautiful Seine we venture out a short distance to a little bar in the same street which has half a dozen young men in good spirits enjoying absinthe and beer. I choose a Beaujolais Nouveau as it is that time of the year. (Beaujolais Nouveau Day was on Thursday night.)

A few more tables fill up, one with three young women drinking beer and fastidiously wrapping a present of a writing journal and pen for a friend.

A welcoming restaurant for a quiet dinner

After a couple of drinks we walk a little further along Quai des Grands Augustin and choose a small cheerfully decorated family run restaurant for dinner where we are the first diners for the night. In between serving the host sits with his wife and young son of around five years of age on the bar stools at the back. The boy is content to sit there talking with his parents as they have a glass of wine.

It is soon apparent we have Batman with us as the boy gets down from his chair nonchalantly, revealing his smart costume complete with bat wings and does a few batman-like dashes past the tables. The owners are joined by a couple of friends and open another bottle of wine. We enjoy a very good steak and a tarte à l’ananas.

Yesterday we awoke to a cold day. The temperature has dropped to 4 degrees with a maximum expected of 8. The sun is doing doing its best, but clouds are looming. We have breakfast a few streets up around the corner in Rue Dauphine where they are pleased to welcome us. Croissants, baguette with jam, omelette.

  

  

I am keen to be amongst what I most enjoy and associate with Paris – superlative art. We walk along the Seine headed for the Musée D’Orsay. Along the way we stop to look at the locks on the pont. There is a small line gradually building up outside the Musée as people go through security screening

     

Inside we go straight to the current exhibition Splendour and Misery. Pictures of Prostitution, 1850-1910. This is the first major show on the subject of prostitution, said by the Musée to review the way French and other artists, ‘fascinated by the people and places involved in prostitution, have constantly sought to find new pictorial resources for depicting the realities and fantasies it implied’.

This substantial exhibition looks at the role of this subject matter in the development of modern painting, sculpture, photography, and decorative arts as well as the social and cultural perspective. There are the well known Manet’s Olympia, Degas’s Absinthe, Toulouse-Lautrec’s Au Moulin Rouge and works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Munch and a host of other artists. Paintings of models, the fashionable demi-mondaine to the misery of the pierreuse (street walker), and also scenes inside the brothels. Consistent is the sadness and emptiness of the faces of the women portrayed, and the recurring motif of the glass of absinthe.

As much as we can admire the art there is a lasting impression of the tragedy of this life.

    

After lunch we soak up the Impressionist galleries. Half way through we receive a phone call from our friends in Brussels, who were due to meet us in Paris last night for dinner. While we were inside the Musée a state of high alert had been announced in Brussels, so they had to cancel their trip.

As we leave the Musée is now very busy as people have flocked as if to escape from the realities of current events into this beautiful environment. It is raining heavily as we get a taxi back to near our hotel and the bar we had been to the previous night. 

We talk with the young man serving us about the attacks, the drop in customers, and 70 per cent cancellation of tourists for the apartments above. He was in a bar 500 metres from the Batalan last Friday night. From the police sirens and social media he and the others learnt of the horror going on. They sheltered in an inner room of the bar for the duration.

He ducks outside to serve a man sitting there having a cigarette, and on his return tells us the man is a famous French actor, Claude Brasseur, and this is his local. There is a poster on the wall of his latest movie L’etudiant et Monsieur Henri. 

   

We go back to our room to tune into what is going on in Brussels, and also hear that sales are booming in Paris for Ernest Hemingway’s Paris est une Fête (English title – A Moveable Feast) which brings to life all that Paris represents – a centre of art, culture and joy. The book is being left as a tribute to those who died at the various attack sites, amongst the flowers and handwritten notes.

We have dinner at a small Savoyade restaurant off the Boulevard St Germaine. At the table nearby we can hear South Africans talking about the attacks and what they would do if they found themselves amidst one. Other conversations we over hear in French the word terreur regularly comes up.

We walk back smartly to the hotel glancing at the outline of the stately Notre Dame in the night sky but with no desire to linger. 

I look at a couple of sections of Hemingway’s book to see what captures the mood. In the first chapter: 

All of the sadness of the city came suddenly with the first cold rains of winter, and there were no more tops to the high white houses as you walked but only the wet blackness of the street and the closed doors of the small shops, the herb sellers, the stationery and the newspaper shops, the midwife -second class -and the hotel where Verlaine had died, where I had a room on the top floor where I worked.

However I prefer:

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

The rain has stopped and the sun is shining this morning.

Sun, sea and santons in marvellous Marseille

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A day trip to Marseille really can’t do justice to this vibrant city, so on Wednesday we chose little pockets to explore and take in some of its ambience.

A smooth train trip from L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue and we emerge to the impressive wedding cake like building of Gare Marseille St Charles.  

 

Gare Marseille St Charles

  

Not sure what the eye mask is meant to signify

 

We head towards the Vieux Port, calling in at the tourist office, then stop for a coffee at La Samaritaine to take in the beautiful setting. 

  

Across from us is a Marche de Noel complete with snow topped silver Christmas trees, which seems a bit at odds with the bright sunshine on a day that was to hit 23 degrees celsius.

   

A walk through the markets sees us arrive in time for the last hour of the fishermen’s markets by the water. Some weird and wonderful sea creatures are for sale.

  

Looking at the port it is hard to imagine how so many boats can be crammed in. I wonder how each navigated its way through the throng.

  

The Old Port of Marseille is at the end of the Canebière. It has been the natural harbour of Marseille since antiquity, was largely destroyed in World War 2 and today serves as a marina, a terminal for local boat trips and hosts a local fish market. It has featured in a number of films including Love Actually (a scene was partly filmed in the Bar de la Marine) and James Bond’s On Her Majesty’s Secret Service.

    

After checking this out we follow a suggested walk of the old town. Luncheon calls and it would be easy to while away the rest of the afternoon in the restaurant overlooking the port. However there is much more to see!

We take a bus ride so we can see more of the coastline of the city – so beautiful. Then we reach what is said to be the must-do sight – the spectacular setting of the very personable Basilique Notre-Dame de la Garde. The church features streamers of model boats hanging from its golden mosaic ceilings paying homage to the importance of the sea to the city of Marseilles. The present church was constructed on the foundations of a 16th-century fort.

    

Walking around the perimeters of the church in the strong wind there are amazing views of Marseilles as far as the eye can see.  

  
  

From here we continue through the different sections of the city, and I am struck by the blend of the old and new. There are some impressive new buildings including the Museum of European and Mediterranean Civilisations (MuCEM), which opened in 2013. The museum can be reached by a walkway connecting the old fort to the roof and terrace of the modern building and is a prime example of the trademark mix of the old and the new.

Santons galore!

Afterwards walking up from the Vieux Port we find the annual Santon fair is in full swing adjacent to a glamorous old carousel. 

  

The rows and rows of santon stalls from various santonniers is enough to make the aficionado santon collector’s heart palpitate. 

   

As well as nativity figures there are figurines of all shapes and sizes and colourings, representative of all ages, walks of life, pastimes and occupations of the Provençal people – for example, the shepherd, lavender grower, boulanger, fisherman.

    

The crèche provençale, or provençal crib, has been around for centuries but the significance of the santon (the word comes from santoùn, which means in provençal “little saint”) began immediately after the French Revolution of 1789 when churches were forcibly closed and ransacked. Large nativity scenes were prohibited too, and so personal cribs in private homes became important in keeping alive religion and tradition.

These cribs not only included the biblical figures of the Holy Family, shepherds and Three Kings. The ordinary peasants of Provence were just as important, either paying homage to Jesus or just getting on with their everyday life around the crib in a typical provençal setting.

Marseille is the original birthplace of the santons as we now know them. Jean-Louis Lagnel of Marseille, who previously had made figurines for the church cribs, began to produce them for ordinary people after the revolution. He made plaster moulds to enable mass production, but the santons were (and still are) hand-painted.

Very early santons were made of wood or wax. Today they are made from the clay found in the areas around Marseille and Aubagne. There are two kinds – santons d’argile (made of clay) and the less common santons habillés (wearing cloth costumes, with hand-made accessories).

  

There are regional variations too: in west Provence there are salt-flat workers and Camargue bulls; in the north it is lavender sellers and truffle pigs. A regular feature is a ravi, or ravie – a man or woman, either a mystic or the village simpleton, with arms in the air.

When preparing their crib for Christmas, families collect stones, moss, rocks and branches. The French like to build their collections each year, selecting figures and supporting animals and buildings to create little episodes of life.

  

The buildings are special too. Typical drystone cottages and walls, wells, fountains, wash houses, even the traditional buries.

I succumb to the temptation and am now taking home a lavender lady, goatherd with his goats, a sheep with lambs, a cat and a drystone wall.

(There is a santon museum at Fontaines-de-la-Vaucluse but when we called there on Thursday it was unfortunately closed.)

We take the train back to L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue very happy with our taste of Marseille.

What would you do on your last day in Provence?

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Yesterday – our last day in Provence – we ticked off the last of the Vaucluse villages on our list to see near our base at L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue.

 

Only the French could make eggs look like a work of art

 

Thursday market day in L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue

 

Anticipating spring

 

After coffee in the sun and a tour around our last market day at L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue (Thursday’s market seems to be more a down-to-earth market for the locals than the Sunday extravaganza) we drive 15 minutes to Saumane-de-Vaucluse.

This small but sweet village is perched on a rock, has a small Romanesque church, cobbled streets and drystone buildings and is just a few kilometres from Fontaine-de-Vaucluse.

 

We have to leave the Chateau de Saumane to our imagination

 

It is probably best known for the Chateau de Saumane which was the home of the Marquis de Sade as a child when he stayed with his uncle between 1745 and 1750. We would have lived to see inside but like many things at this time of the year it was shut for the season.

 

A bonus was finding a burie near the Chateau de Saumane

On leaving the village, little pathways lead to the pine and oak forests.

We have taken the precaution of bringing some ready made baguettes and tart for lunch which is just as well. We are drawn back to Fontaine-de-Vaucluse (our third visit) to sit by the river for our lunch and take in the beautiful scenery of the river Sorgue, mountains, trees in their final Autumn stages and the chateau high on a cliff top.

A glass of rosé from a tiny cafe is all we need.

 

The river Sorgue leads us back to Fontaine-de-Vaucluse

Back we head to our apartment for our last night at L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue after a memorable three weeks. We go to Paris today for three nights before flying back home to Sydney after an absence of two and a half years.

Footnote: A treat was in store for us later that night in L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue when we unexpectedly joined the locals out celebrating Beaujolais Nouveau Day at Cafe de France.

Soft shades of Séguret, our last Plus Beaux Village

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We have been gradually ticking off the Plus Beaux Villages of France in our travels around L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue these past three weeks.

On Tuesday after a lunchtime spent chasing fountains in Pernes-les-Fontaines we look at the map deciding where to head and pinpoint Séguret. It is back in the direction of Vaison la Romaine which we visited last Tuesday, and a lovely drive through vineyards with a backdrop of eye catching mountain ranges.

 

The little village of Séguret clings to its hilltop

Séguret is in the northern part of the Vaucluse, north of the Dentelles de Montmirail and west of Mont Ventoux. The village lies at the foot of a hill topped by the ruins of its feudal chateau.

We are not disappointed with what we find. Although the place is virtually deserted and everything closed for the season, we have a beautiful walk on a sunny afternoon through what is indeed a most beautiful village.

 

Even the pavements are beautiful in Séguret

 

We take a walk through some of the most immaculate maintained streets and houses along grey pebbled steeply sloping lanes. Everywhere we look, down a stepped lane way, through an archway, around a corner there is a feast for the eyes.


  

There are a number of beautiful gates, ancient houses, a 14th century belfry with its single needle, the 10th century Saint-Denis church, remains of the fortifications, the wash house and much more.


    

A stunning tree canopy

 

Séguret is not just not known for its beauty, but also its excellent wine – the Cotes du Rhone Séguret from a wine-making tradition dating back several centuries. There are lovely views over the vineyards of the Rhone Valley and the near outing village Sablet.

This was truly a splendid place to choose as our last Plus Beaux Village on this holiday.

 

This fellow looks happy with his home

 

On the fountain hunt in Pernes-la-Fontaines

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What the waterwheels are to L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue, so can be said for the fountains of nearby village Pernes-les-Fontaines.

On Tuesday we went on a mission to track the fountains of the village, which are integral to the life of Pernes. The fountain fixation began here with the discovery of the St Roch spring providing water to every neighborhood. To commemorate this event four fountains were built: la Fontaine du Cormoran, la Fountain du Gigot, la Fontaine Reboul and la Fontaine de l’Hôpital.

This is certainly the place to go for fountain fanatics. There are now 40 public fountains, mostly dating from the 18th century, and around 60 others hidden in the numerous courtyards and gardens of private mansions. We collect a map of the village which has walks outlined so the visitor can follow the fountain trail.

   

Du Quai de Verdun fountain

 

Some are massive and flamboyant, others discrete, water flows from some and not from others.
 
        

Faces of the fountains

 
As we walk the trail searching for fountains we also see some of the heritage and and other points of interest of Pernes-les-Fontaines including the clock tower, the 17th century covered marketplace, townhouses from the 17th and 18th centuries, and the Notre Dame gateway. 

  
 

The most famous fountains are the Gigot,  named after the piece at the top which is shaped like a meaning leg of lamb, and the Cormoran next to the covered market named after the majestic bird spreading its wings at the top. 

There is also La Grand Font soaring four meters high and the Fontaine de la Lune whose waters, it is said, turn those who drink them into lunatics.

 

The magnificent Cormoran fountain

  
  

The war memorial, in a square near the local school where the children are running around playing at lunchtime, has a magnificent sculpture and also bears witness to the recent tragic events in Paris.
  

Arriving at Porte Notre-Dame, a 16th century gate which was damaged during the French Revolution, we see the 17th century market place of La Halle Couverte which also serves as a meeting place for the bourgeoisie at night. Across from the marketplace is the 11th century Eglise Notre-Dame de Nazareth.

   

The old marketplace -La Halle Couverte

  

The city walls

 

As we head back along the canal to our car we see that Du Quai de Verdun fountain is being put to good use by one man from a nearby campervan happily washing up his luncheon dishes in it. 

Exploring lovely Luberon’s jewels 

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Yesterday we did a circuit around a small area of the Luberon in Provence, and were treated with four lovely villages, three of which are designated Plus Beaux Villages of France.

After a drive along winding road through cliffs and forest, with a few hairpin bends, our first stop is Lourmarin in the Natural Regional Park of the Luberon and the first of the Plus Beaux Villages we are to see. The village is infamous for its connection with the Peter Mayles and his book Year in Provence, but there is much more to it than that.

The village has had quite a past, suffering the Bubonic Plague in the 14th century which caused the death of most of its inhabitants. From the late 15th century the Lord of the region encouraged families from the Southern Alps to settle here. Known as Waldensians, they were followers of Vaudès (1140-1206) and condemned by the Catholic Church as heretics. In the next century the village was destroyed in 1543 during the wars of religion. It was not until the 17th century with the introduction of silk farming that Lourmarin prospered again.

A must to visit, the Château de Lourmarin

As we arrive at Lourmarin, the Château de Lourmarin looms into view across a field of grazing donkeys. We head straight there keen to see inside before it shuts for the obligatory couple of hours at lunchtime.

Even though Lourmarin is not a hilltop village, there are beautiful views from the chateau’s courtyard around which are two distinct sections, a 15th century medieval building and an elegant 16th century Renaissance wing.  
  

 

The chateau was built in three stages starting with a fortress in the 12-13th centuries of which little remains. The “Château Vieux” or Old Château was added in the 15th century. The Renaissance wing – the “Château Neuf” or New Château – was built in the 16th century by Blanche de Lévis-Ventadour for her son François d’Agoult, who was a page at the court of King François the 1st.

It was saved from demolition in 1920 when it was bought and subsequently restored by Robert Laurent Vibert, an historian and industrialist. On his untimely death he left the chateau, his art, furniture and libraries to the French Academy for Art and Science in Aix-en-Provence, on condition that it hosts young writers, painters, sculptors and musicians there every summer.

We follow the printed guide and start with the medieval section. Immediately I am struck by the craftsmanship of the beautiful double spiral staircase in the octagonal tower, with its carved cornices and ceiling frieze featuring animals and plants. This takes us to three levels of galleries surrounding a closed courtyard. 

The staircase demands its own tour

     

The medieval galleries

 
After we have been through this section we descend the staircase and enter the second wing. We visit the spacious rooms which hold a fine collection of art and furniture which belonged to Laurent-Vibert who saved the chateau from destruction in 1920. 

There is a kitchen with a huge fireplace and a magnificent concert room in the former dining room on the ground floor. On the next floor we see a lady’s chamber, furnished in 18th century Provençal style, a reception room and small salon. On the second level is a gentleman’s chamber, music room and a salon currently holding an exhibition of art and memorabilia from the war trenches of 1843 to 2003. 

      

Leaving the chateau we walk down into the charming village with its beautiful houses and decorated fountains. 

  

It’s a cultural centre for the region and has many art galleries, cafes and restaurants, although many are closed being a Monday.

  
 

In the centre of the village where the roads meet there are tables everywhere on the sidewalks gradually filling up as people dine in the sunshine. 

Doorways and windows of Lourmarin

After an enjoyable lunch we head 15 minutes away to the tiny village of Vaugines. A simple but charming place it is famous as the setting for the French films ‘Jean de Florette’ and ‘Manon des Sources’, adapted from books written by Provencal author Marcel Pagnol.

  

Next on our way to Ansouis, we decide to take a look at Curcuron, the second of the Plus Beaux Villages on our circuit. It features a beautiful water pool in the main square which is large enough to resemble a small lake. This area is shaded by towering, 200-year-old plane trees with the last of their autumn leaves, making it a lovely setting for outdoor drinking and dining. 

 

A central meeting place in Curcuron

     

The present village dates from earlier than the 11th century. It also suffered a plague epidemic in 1720. We take a walk around the medieval part of the village inside the old rampart walls up to the church. In May there is a local festival featuring the ‘May tree’ when a poplar tree is erected on the church square, reflecting a practice in the 18th century to ward off the plague.

From the high points of the village you can see Mont St Victoire, the Alpilles, and the Luberon mountain close by. The countryside is lush with vineyards, olive plantations and cherry orchards.

Like Vaugines, Curcuron has also featured in film including A Good Year and The Horseman on the Roof (Le hussard sur le toit).

Our final stop on this circuit is Ansouis, also one of the Plus Beaux Villages, dating back to the 15th century. 

     

There are picturesque squares and cobbled streets leading up to the 1000-year-old privately owned chateau. This isn’t open unfortunately but we do go into the adjacent little church of St Martin. Despite being 900 years old, it features brightly coloured painted walls.

 

The church of St Martin

    

We don’t get time today to visit the Musée Extraordinaire which houses one man’s collections of things he found while diving the oceans over 50 years, as well as his paintings, sculptures and fossils found inthe region.

The day’s travels shows how much there is to see in each small pocket in Luberon, and of course Provence.