I listen till around 7 then try to go to sleep. This is a mistake as I wake up at 10 feeling lousy...
Still, regardless of this, I’m up and over to the bakery buying more croissants and a petit boule...
...and some cakes for later...
We breakfast in the garden accompanied this morning by Mozart’s Mass in C Minor...
Then we take off for a little tour of some nearby villages which have, thus far, escaped our attention on our travels...
First stop is Bonneieux, a pretty little town on a hilltop (aren’t they all?)...
Today is market day and it’s just finishing and the traders are packing up as we walk round before taking a short tour around the village and returning to the square for a seat and a coffee...
From our seats we can see our next target, Lacoste where Pierre Cardin lives and the Marquis de Sade’s house is...
In the event we’d forgotten these facts as we drove up and around Lacosts without stopping and went on instead to Menerbes, where we did indeed stop, get out the car and walk around...
Like Viens a couple of days ago, the town is deserted in the hot sun as we wander around taking photos of the cliffs, the castle, the town hall, the 12th Century church...
Eventually we end up back where we started and go in for a seat and a beer in the newsagent cum café cum bar at the top of the hill by which you enter the town...
We pull back the windows and gaze out over the valley below – a little cat surprises Anne by jumping in her window from nowhere and heading out the café door into the street...
Into the car again and we drive the 10km or so on to the town of Gordes. Now we see what happens when tourism takes over. Whilst still a delightful little town, it’s overrun with tourists and the kind of tat that follows them around...
We decide to drive home via the back roads but, on the verge of running out of diesel have to detour back to Apt for 10 euros’ worth to keep us going until tomorrow...
From Apt we take another back road and drive through three more very small villages on hilltops before arriving back at Cereste for our last night...
We sit in the garden drinking beer and wine and eating the lovely cakes I bought this morning – then it gets a wee bit windy and so we head indoors and pack for tomorrow...
Out for a final dinner and, after considering the hotel we dined at on our first night and another restaurant we’d not yet visited, we finally plumped for the same place as last night and had another superb meal...
I replaced the profiteroles with a crème brulee, as did Anne and she also had a different kind of salad to start with and opted for Beef Bourguignon for her main...
A bottle of Pierrevert Red slips down nicely...
We walk up the street to our home from home for one last time, saying goodbye to the psycho dog who lives in a doghouse and is on a chain and always lunges at as as we go by...
Goodbye psycho dog...
Highlight of the Day : The odd but nice feeling of happiness which came over me as I walked back to the car in Bonneieux...
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