A Week In Provence: Part II
By Marjie Courtis
Read Part I
The first half of my week in Provence was wonderful and the new
experiences, tastes and sights just kept on coming!
Tuesday: Avignon
A lazy morning chez nous led into a brasserie lunch at Avignon. Our
menu Provençal was not in the same league as the opulent meals that would
have been taken by the French Popes, who lived in the nearby Palais des
Papes during the Middle Ages' schism with the Roman Catholic Church.
The palatial rooms evoked an era of pomp, luxury, war and politics.
The Pont d'Avignon, actually named Le Pont de St Bénézet
is in proximity and harmony with the papal palace and the enduring mediaeval
wall surrounding Avignon.
St-Remy Market, France © Marjie Courtis
The mini train that takes you round the town is touristy
(touristique), for sure, but if you're pushed for time, complements and
contextualises some of the city's key attractions. We took it. And we had some
laughs as it rattled along the paving stones!
Wednesday: Exploring St-Rémy
St-Rémy's Wednesday market is really a total take-over of the town's
back streets, lanes and car parks! Like Saturday's market, it is still a food
market, but with ancient books, prints, bags, berets, clothes, olive trees and
paintings. Ambience - full marks!
St-Rémy's old town is mainly contained within an oval area surrounded
by a wide one way street, with a labyrinth of houses, shops and museums, and a
trail you can follow showing reproductions of Van Gogh's paintings of the area.
St-Remy Market, France © Marjie Courtis
For any visit to Provence, St-Rémy is central, comfortable and
colourful.
Thursday: A day trip to Fontaine de Vaucluse
A day trip around Provence lets you visit a number of places, In a single day
we made a round trip from St Rémy via L'Isle sur la Sorgue, a market and
antique destination, en route to Fontaine de Vaucluse, the source of the
Sorgue River. And we returned via Rousillon.
I'd been to Fontaine de Vaucluse one Spring, when torrents of water had
spilled through the town, but it was much tamer in Autumn. My Michelin Guide
reports that the flow of the Sorgue river slows from 150 cubic metres per second
to a mere 4.5 cubic metres per second at its lowest. So I think I've seen it at
both extremes. But the flow was still enough to drive numerous water wheels in
Fontaine de Vaucluse and Isle de la Sorgue.
We pursued our established routine and had a brasserie lunch by the Sorgue,
having fun with the menu's description of our apple and goat cheese dessert.
According the menu this sometime upside-down cake was the "opposite of apples
in the goat, wrapped in caramel and almonds."
Fontaine de Vaucluse, France © Marjie Courtis
We returned via the ochre cliffs and similarly orange housing of Roussillon,
rusticana at its best, and a location for French Resistance hideouts during
World War 2.
An 'at home' evening was in order. We had ordered a complete paella panful
for dinner.
Friday: St Paul de Mausole and a return to Les Baux
You experience a little of the atmosphere of Van Gogh when you take a walk
through St Paul de Mausole, since the psychiatric hospital and gardens that he
lived in and painted, are still there.
The empathetic treatment afforded Van Gogh by the Roman Catholic order whose
chapels and cloisters also remain, is reinforced by the reproductions of his
paintings in the gardens and surrounding countryside. Each reproduction is in
close proximity to the location where he set up his easel and painted.
Cliffs of Rousillon, France © Marjie Courtis
I returned to Les Baux that afternoon and visited the former limestone quarry
where a stupendous light show projected the works
of Gaugin and Van Gogh on to its fourteen metre high walls.
The uneven surfaces caused by the carving out of large blocks of limestone,
add something uncanny to the larger-than-life reproductions of the original
works. Surrounded by the works, it was like being inside the scenes and
landscapes depicted in the paintings. When animations allowed blossoms to blow
out of the frame from Van Gogh's cherry tree, the paintings became even more
alive.
Our grand finale for our last night together as old and new friends,
was a private-chef cooked meal on our large outdoor table, which we adorned with
myriad of candles, glasses, plates, platters, and local orange and green
berries. The dishes of greens, fish, cheese, cake and brandy snaps were served
with flair and flavour.
Saturday: Departure
As I leave on the train from Avignon to Montpellier, I reflect on the week
that has just passed. While the time was short and seemed to fly by, I can see
just how much we fitted into our week.
There are so many reasons to return, to have some of the same experiences,
and some new ones.
A la prochaine Provence! - Till next time Provence!
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