After researching on line and filling a Michelin map with arrow stickies of towns that looked interesting, we set out on a lavender field adventure in mid July, lavender blooming season in Provence. Using secondary roads, clearly detailed on the map but often seeming like farmer's driveways, we wondered the rolling hills from Lyon south toward Avignon and Apt. The hills outside Monttelimar held our first lavender field sighting. Your senses are bombarded - the sight of the almost irredescent mauve mounds undulating up and down like huge purple caterpillars, the pungent smell, and the surprizing sound of a million bees hovering over row after row. A childhood dream came true as I walked between the rows down to the end of the field and back.
"La Cremaillere" Hotel in Dieulefit was home that night, comfortable, friendly and quiet. A very French Breakfast was marvelously presented in the courtyard.
La Poet Laval, a medieval town perched on a hill close by was a wonderful surprise. If we had booked ahead we might have enjoyed a night inside the walls of this amazing town. As we wandered the cobblestone alleys, a harpist practiced tunes to be played at the evening concert in the sanctuary of the church.
Winding our way toward Grignan castle (not to be missed) we must have taken 50 pictures of lavender fields, each one more beautiful than the last. After driving up, over, and around the hill country, we arrived at Sault, the lavender capital and beginning of 'the lavender trail'. Just ask someone in town and they will direct you to the parking lot and you can stroll the fields or drive along the road.
After purchasing an orginal oil painting of, yes, lavender, we drove on toward Gordes. Approaching from the south, the town is something out of a Hollywood movie set. Breathtaking. Filled with innumerable restaurants but short on hotels, we would have been advised to have booked ahead. Supper at "Le Provincal" on the square was wonderful and they had the best profiterole in all the land! (we were conducting a taste test of these chocolate covered cream puffs every chance we had). Getting up early the next morning, we enjoyed a frinedly conversation along with a crepe and coffee with the creperie owner on the main street just below the fruit stand.
Off we went to Avignon, leaving behind the tranquility of Provence, being confident that God had put an extra bit of His love in to this part of His creation.



