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.
Book launch date: Monday November 6
We in Ontario are bewildered — it’s hot and sunny day after day, one stunning week after another, more like
3 Responses to “Filling in Tuesday to Thursday”
Decided I had to comment. I can't believe Provence is so far down on Bruce's list.
You found Isles Sur La Sorgue. You're lucky. We got lost and it was one of the few places on our list that we missed. Next time we will rent a car with GPS. Friends were travelling down tiny streets on a dark, rainy night in some Spanish town searching for their hotel. The GPS said, "You are here." and they were. Yes, "Ain't it grand!"
"to beautiful his garden" – a most felicitous expression, equally useful in English, French, and Franglais. My garden is being beautifully, too, but it lacks, alas, the most beautifullizing ingredient, rain. And this on the wet west coast, in June, the traditional time for raining on outdoor weddings. But the daisies and buttercups and wild roses are doing their beautiful best without aid of any sort. Wherever you are, there are gardens being beautiful, just as they are.
Carolyn, it's so easy to get lost – as I said, we were looking for Oppede-le-Vieux when we hit Isle-sur-la-Sorgue instead, which is in a completely different direction. Never mind, it will still be there when you come back. Yes, a GPS is a wonderful thing – something else I have to learn how to use, now that I've conquered – more or less – the new-fangled contraption called the cell phone.
And Patsy – what a poetic post. I caught my "beautiful his garden" and corrected it before seeing your post, or I would have left it. Chris has been following the lack of West Coast rain with anxiety. May the heavens open soon on forests and beautiful gardens.