On Saturday, we took a canoe trip to see a Roman aqueduct. This was my first time canoeing in, oh, 20 years or so. I was not the most effective paddler. Unfortunately, I don't have pictures from the canoe trip because I didn't want to risk getting my camera wet. Here's a picture courtesy of the internet:
Unfortunately, when we got back to the car, the window was broken. Someone stole my mom's binoculars. We flagged down a police car that just happened to be driving through the parking lot, apparently because break ins are so common (note to small Provencal French town: a sign to this effect might have a chilling effect on break ins). We were invited to the police station, where the very nice officers dusted the car for fingerprints. Since my mom and I both touched the door handles before we realized the window was broken, we were fingerprinted. Neither of us can commit a crime in France now, as we are in the system.
Here is the cute little hotel where we stayed (kudos to my mom for picking some excellent inns in both Burgundy and Provence with local charm and character).
After a post police station glass of wine, we headed into St. Remy for dinner. I'd made reservations at a place with good reviews on Trip Advisor. Interestingly, none of the reviews mentioned that the restaurant was also a clothing store.
We were a bit skeptical, especially because there were people trying on clothes as we sat down to dinner, the owner was both waiting our table and assisting his retail customers. The food, however, was delicious. The owner is of Italian descent and has some of his grandparents' recipes on the menu. My mom called it one of her two best meals ever. The owner sat down to dinner with his family across the restaurant from us.
After dinner we walked through picturesque St. Remy.
On Sunday we drove through the Luberon. We hiked to a gorge and stumbled upon an olive grove. It was like something out of a Van Gogh painting.
We drove through the hill towns and vineyards (or rather, my dad drove through the hill towns on some pretty narrow and steep mountain roads).
We stopped in Isle sur la Sorgue before boarding our train back to Paris.
Other than the break in, Provence was lovely. So go, but don't leave your car unattended in a small town parking lot.
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