We couldn't have asked for a nicer day - sunny, warm and no wind (not like Sunday).
We lunched without the mister, close by Le Petit Village (as the village is so small it doesn't have a resto). The 2 year old took a shine to Sara's husband. Besotted was the word, so besotted he started calling him Daddy. Raised a few eyebrows at the table next to us, that's for sure (what kind of harem is that man running?)
The mister was riding his bike in to meet us so we killed a little time with a wander.
(For those wondering, the 2 year old went back to calling his own father 'Daddy' as soon as he turned up. Disaster averted.)
Beautiful old stonework everywhere:
Except where it's looking a bit newer - courtesy of Le Brother-in-Law, who's a mason (surely the hardest working profession in the Luberon Valley).
I loved the sun dials built into many of the cobblestone alleys:
Sara and I both thought this chair should've been reupholstered instead of abandoned to a life of dead leaves and cat pee.
If you read Sara's blog you'll know about the Honey family:
The doorways, windows and flower pots just kill me:
The grand finale to the tour is coming down through this passage way...
You find this view. Not too shabby.
After our tour we went back to the gîte and got down to the business of aperos, talking English and preparing the BBQ. I'm not going to lie, a fair bit of rosé was imbibed as well.
After the kids had eaten and the sun began to set I snuck back to the old part of town for a few more photos.
It was very quiet and a little spooky.
Sara's tales of Nazi zombies sucking out the brains of lost Australian tourists played on my mind. (They were in trouble if they didn't like rosé.)
Quick, back to the church. Zombies hate churches.
The next morning Sara brought us all coffee (love you, love you, love you) and then gave the mister and the eldest kids their own tour of the village (amazing she didn't charge us, really).
The wind was pretty ferocious by mid morning, so we loaded up the car and left Le Petit Village in peace.
Another great experience that I owe to this blog, without which I would never have met Sara Louise.
Thanks Sara (and hubby) and thanks Le Petit Village. Hope to see you again soon!