Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Le Petit Village

Phew, it's taken me 'till Wednesday to recover enough to tell you about our weekend visiting Sara Louise and her hubby in Le Petit Village.

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.)


Once at Le Petit Village we installed ourselves in le grand gîte and then I got my own personal tour.


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).

The Priory.

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!


Aidan said...

I'm so thankful you take photographs. This way I can see things the way you do. Somehow it's prettier that way.
aidan xo

Sara Louise said...

Le Petit Village has never looked prettier! Absolutely stunning photographs and a hoot hollering good time! x

Unknown said...

Dear Lord, i'd have had that abandoned chair in the back of my car in a plish plash

Jay said...

What a pretty, pretty village, but I think I may have to drive there and pick up that chair, it's beautiful!

Mark said...

Visiting you from Sara's place.
Gorgeous photos! I'm only pissed that I didn't snap them.
Please, go back and pick up that chair. It's killing me just sitting there looking all beautiful.
Sara's Friend, m.

Sarah said...

That sounds like a fun time you had there, and the photos are stunning. Thanks for sharing the views with us. :)

Valerie said...

Seeing LPV from a different perspective - LOVE/LOVE it all. The stories, the friendships you all have made, and the visuals. Fabulous, ladies - FABulous!

Katy Cameron said...

Oooh, it looks lovely (heads off to dig out map again) and yes, I often think that stonemason must be a particularly profitable profession in Provence!

Katherine said...

Gorgeous. You make me want to travel to all the places you share. I'm just loving it all - the views, the architecture, those doors, windows and flower pots... well everything! Thanks so much for sharing with us, Kirsty.

Poppyprint said...

Lovely photos as always! Re: Luberon stonemasons: Did I tell you while we were in Menerbes that one day Bryan's curiosity got the best of him and we drove right through the open gate and into the limestone quarry? "Well, it was open!" he said. I was sure we'd get into a yelling match with some foreman, but it was after 5 p.m. and there was no one in sight. Seeing those massive blocks all sliced into perfect VW Van-sized cubes in-situ was incredible!

Susan Snooks said...

Wonderful photos again!! I was hoping you went into the church though... no chandeliers? Thanks for sharing Le Petit Village!

AL said...

That view at the end of the passge is stunning, and I love the night shots, epsecially the arch and door. You are truly blessed to live in such a wonderful region.

Jenny M said...

Once again thank you for sharing the stunning beauty of the places you visit. I popped over to Sara Louise's blog and had a good laugh about the misunderstanding about the 'bet'!

Salley said...

Those faded blues and aquas on the ancient wooden doors and shutters. . . .heaven.
Your photography is delightful...thankyou for the free trip!

Nicola said...

Great behind the scenes tour of the LPV. Sounds like lots of fun was had by all!

Michel said...

I am really happy to see Le Petit Village through the eye of your camera (very nice shots).

Eva said...

Such beautiful pictures! The night shots were worth braving the zombies! :-)

Genie -- Paris and Beyond said...

Your photos are just exquisite and truly should make Sara proud of her LPV... The photo of the passageway, and the old chair just made my heart sing! LPV looks like a scene out of a movie... Oh, the sundial is fabulous, too.


New Life in Spain said...

LPV is so beautiful! Great photos.

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