On to Roussillon

After perusing the extensive market-day in St. Remy, we headed through lush countryside on the way to the very old hill-top town of Rousillon (pictured left), to the west.
Several things were striking about the trip:
1) The GPS is an invaluable help; we have named the voice Celine... God bless Celine;
2) The roads approaching the Provence villages rival those in the Cotswolds in narrowness-- but at least people drive on the right side of the road;
3) The roads inside the village are narrower still; hit your target on the first pass or drive around a LONG time trying to get back to it (didn't I just find THAT out this afternoon);
3) The scenery is beautiful at every turn, as the lavender and sunflowers are in full bloom.
The soil and rocks in Roussillon are reminiscent of Sedona... the orange/red is vibrant. The sheer drop-off on all sides from the village is dramatic. Our room has a large terrace with a magnificent view (pictured right).
We explored the village church... small but beautiful... and climbed to the highest point in the village before settling in for a light supper and then enjoying the evening and sunset on our terrace. A spot of wine, anyone?