A trip to France without wine is like — well, sorry, there is no such thing. Okay, seriously, we did have coffee for breakfast. But fantastic Provençal rosés and sparkling rosés, lovely whites and aromatic reds. And cheese. Lots of cheese.
Food in France is celebrated, and a meal isn’t complete without wine. (Well, except breakfast of course.) There are markets everywhere with the most beautiful, freshest food imaginable — all you have to do is walk through and you’ll be inspired to answer “What’s for dinner?”
The area is known for its chevres, locally produced goat cheeses. And these little bites of fresh or aged artisanal goat cheese are called “bouchons,” because they are shaped like corks. So disappointed I couldn’t bring these home along with brocante treasures.
On the terrace of the Bastide in the evening, the weather was perfect for sitting outside to enjoy an aperitif but was unusually cool for May. Of course, if you know me you know I loved the cooler temperatures.
Eric, whose family owns the Bastide. He’s an eBay fanatic for buying designer clothes. A delightful man with perfect French charm.
A magical table at Lisa’s house
And did I mention dessert? Well, we DID have to keep our energy levels up for the brocante hunt each day!
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