We have been day-tripping to surrounding towns, all quaint in their own way.Yesterday we headed for Apt, larger than most, with NO parking anywhere. Thinking I could find a spot on a side street, I headed in... and in... until it all came to a dead end with nowhere for me to go or turn. Hmmm. Ultimately it meant backing all the way out (with crucial help from Liz), dripping in sweat. Celine got us home after we cruised around for a bit, exploring the hills nearby.
Last night we again walked beautiful Roussillon, with its colorful and dramatic cliffs (one pictured left). Restaurants and houses perch precariously at the edges, must closer than would be allowed in the USA.
Today we paid a visit to Isle-sur-la-Sorgue ("island on the Sorgue River"). Built on pilings in the river in the 11th Century (!) it is now called "the Venice of France" not without r
eason. Its streets are windy, quaint, and filled with shops and cafes and canals. Though the mills are long-gone, some of the water wheels are in place and still working (pictured right).This evening we are enjoying our last look out over the valley below. Tomorrow we move to Aix-en-Provence.
Onward.
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