After our happy meeting and lunch, Chris and I got the bus to the TGV station, where Lynn’s car was parked. What luck, to have access not only to a beautiful house in Gordes, but a car! Chris was eager to drive and I to let him, so I became the official navigator; between us we made it up the mountain to Gordes. The house was cool, dark and welcoming; Chris couldn’t believe that on top of all its other pleasures, the place has a pool. We unpacked, emailed, had a swim and walked down to the village for groceries. My friend, it turns out, is not only the driver but the chef in this relationship. I am the official appreciator. At least, of food and driving, he is the appreciator of everything else. Everywhere we go, he is ecstatic about the flowers, plants, buildings, stones, trees, dogs and cats. Denis came home late and we gurgled ecstatically at him. He was polite, considering how often he must have heard it before.