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Writing, imprinting on an moleskine an event, a sensation, a place.
I composed a diary for every trip,where I wrote down what I saw through writing.I have told the places with our eyes. I have written about particular places where you should go at least once.Of course they are only fragments of life, crumbs that can enrich a trip even just by reading.
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The way of water
Sunday 14 September 2014
We leave by car for Isle sur la Sorgue where we will stay in a villa right on the Sorgue
in the center. From Madame Imperatori Pascale. To get to Isle sur la Sorgue we take the low road we can do it because it is summer and therefore there is no snow, otherwise you could not take it for the snow. Milan, Vinadio, the Maddalena hill, then towards Barcellonette, and finally here we are. We pass the bridge where below the Sourge flows we make the roundabout and enter through a wrought iron gate, and a wonderful place opens up. Behind high hedges and full-bodied pines stands a white stone villa, with a huge staircase leading to the upper part. Madame, in a rickety Italian, shows us that our apartment is right there in front of us, on the ground floor, facing the garden, always with the landlady we go around the property and she tells us that we will be alone. Pointing to the upper floor he says that they are renovating it and for the rest of the apartments they have not yet rented them. So we will enter a brand new apartment. We continue, a large garden with deck chairs and tables in black wrought iron and chairs with fan-shaped backs, we see that at the bottom the river flows, limpid and cold. Splendido. The house is immaculate. The owners go and we are masters of this wonder for 10 days.
Monday 15th September
As the first day it rains heavily, luckily we are in the car. We decide to go to Carpentras. In the Middle Ages its name was Carpentorate then after many vicissitudes here comes Carpentras. Unfortunately the cathedral was closed so a tour around deserves to see the structure. The center is all cobbled with in the middle the usual basin where water always flows today, even more so that little canal works a lot because it must also accept rainwater We stop to have a coffee and then away again through the streets of the center. Multiethnic citizen, we reach Porta Orange, today the museum is closed. It is one of the 32 towers and 4 gates that surround the citadel. Walking we take alley Boyer characteristic driveway with a vault covered with glass. Jean Boyer, the goldsmith of the city who decides to connect the gallery with the potato market, then demolishes a complex of houses to build these two buildings with the roofing between them. He wanted to imitate the Parisian galleries. Returning to the parking lot, which is free outside the walls, we notice many abandoned shops and the open ones have Arabic creeds written with their women's clothes on display, therefore chador and burqa. Around there are many people who nestle in the corners of the streets of the center forming small groups that speak their language. Not French.
Tuesday 16th September
Wake up as always 8.30 a look at time, breakfast.
We do not abandon the umbrella, indeed even today it does not promise anything good.
The program that I have planned these days is to go and visit some villages
perched that have to do with water. Pernes, with the umbrellas we begin to descend towards the center of the village, and despite the rain a persistent gurgling welcomes us.
In fact, this characteristic village is famous for its 40 fountains. All can be admired thanks to the indications found on the houses.Here you will find the path of the fountains:
Le Fontaine de Vaucluse, This location is very touristy, despite being September we parked in that of the roundabout. The attraction of the sources of the Sorgue brings many visitors also by bus so it is good to arrive very early to park the car in the first parking lot. The one + near the dock. Parking 4 euros as long as you want. A reading of the granite column dedicated to Petrarch, some photos of the dock overlooking the front. The bridge gives rise to very nice shots. Then walk to the source. Leaving the bridge behind you on the right there is a huge billboard where the path is indicated with the number 1 that does not appear, does nothing, proceed to the left looking at the billboard and start the little climb that will take you to the source. The walk is not demanding, I managed to do it too, so don't worry. From time to time, fairytale views meet, for example the small garden with the plane trees, or the small waterfalls that fit together. Get comfortable shoes, because they are pebbles and sand. Arriving at the terrace you will find, if you are lucky, the famous spring. We have not seen anything because in some months of the year it is not seen. The whole is at the foot of an imposing cliff 230 meters high, majestic to inspire fear just looking at it. Also on the terrace there are headstones engraved with the famous poetry of Petrarch, and the twinning that France and Italy in this place will never separate. As always, in France, there is also a legend, but I don't want to reveal it is very nice, give us an eye because it deserves. On the way down you can stop at the printing house. It is on the left where there is the mill. The entrance is free, you can see the working of the paper, from rags to canvas paper. Of course, the shop that sells objects related to paper prints etc. is interesting later on. Proceeding a shopping arcade will take you out of this forced shopping. There are many bars and restaurants which wind down beside the river.
Warning: Not recommended for disabled people.
Parking 4 euros, all have the same price. To learn more about the link below: https://www.provenceguide.com/patrimoines-culturels/isle-sur-la-sorgue s/fontaine-de-vaucluse/provence-4610803-1.html
We left that it was 1pm on the journey to APT and we noticed a sign that caught Gordes' attention. One of the most beautiful villages in Provence. So, off to this village, we arrived and at that point the sun finally arrived which reflected on the stones of the walls and houses to make this place very bright. There are many parking spaces on the terrace. We arrived and there was a market. Entertainment, colors and scents invade all around. The stalls wobble on the polished and worn pavement, the tents flutter as the breeze arrives which has carried us through the alleys, stairs and splendid panoramas. We stopped to eat at Rosario, we took two sandwiches with cheese and ham two glasses of excellent white wine. To bring home one last memory of this little piece of Provencal land, we take the D2 where you can find magnificent views to take it from afar. We get back on the path to APT. We park outside the walls without paying anything, incredible. APT founded by Caio Giulio Cesare, then Romana. Now it is a town with its lanes and its candy and good wine shops. We immediately go to see the church of Sant 'Anna. Where mystery is assured. Suggestive is to go down to the first crypt where there are old tombs then turning around there are other worn stairs and at the bottom a dim light welcomes us in what is the crypt where they found the remains of Santa Anna.
Legend: Also for this place there is a legend that thanks to a Czech deaf who jumped and gestured right above it making a sign of digging, the farmers accepted his request and shortly thereafter found this niche, where it is said , that there was a flame that still burned with the remains of the Saint beside it. At that moment the blind man began to see and speak again.
Friday 19th September
Today's program Lacoste, Bonnieux, Oppedette
Towards Lacoste, it rains heavily, the town is undergoing a complete reconstruction, closed streets, failed shops, sodden workers plastering modern walls.
We find the castle, which we had already visited years ago, of the Marquis Sade. Who fell out of favor, and the castle with him. Fortunately, Pierre Cardin arrived and turned it into a theater, the famous Lacoste theater. Towards Bonnieux, this village perched like the others has a particularity, it was chosen to shoot some scenes of the film. "A great year" with Russell Crowe. Indeed it is a bon bon an enchanting place. Just outside we find a sign indicating a forest. That of the cedars. We walk it curves against curves at each loop a different panorama at each counter loop a unique spectacle. Continue on a secondary road, but still keep the D36 well. Let's go all the way cross olive trees, cedars, Mediterranean scrub. We meet the parking lot where we arrive with the 4 wheels, after which we proceed on foot. The choice of paths is infinite. Let's go back stopping to take pictures and read the signs. The day has improved considerably now we travel with the roof open and the sun enters to dry the damp collected in the previous days two photos of the ghost castle of La tour d'aigues and then towards Cereste and Oppedette.Before arriving in this village that has 40 souls, you have to face a winding road, for the happiness of motorcyclists there are curves and dizzying curves and protruding rocks on the Calavon river. We are in the gorges of Oppedette. After this wonder you arrive in a large parking lot where there are all the signs to proceed on foot in various types of walks. On both sides of the signs of the panoramic terraces they overhang into the void of the valley. In fact I in the most exposed one there I went. I took pictures, but unfortunately they don't make much.
You have to come and see this small Provencal canyon. Some information: https://www.parcduluberon.fr/geosite/gorges-d-oppedette/
Saturday 20 September
Walking around L'Isle sur le sorgue It looks like our Venice, bridges painted in green, others in wrought iron adorned with flowering plants, and then still navigable canals, others with huge mills, in fact it is also the city of mills, the "Waterweelh circuite", that is the walk on the canals to be able to admire all of them. 15. The town is also famous for its antique shops, ie the "Brocanti". At each passage you can smell the lavender that reigns at every corner, hanging outside the approximately 300 brocantage shops lying on the restaurant tables on the canals, displayed on the balconies upside down. In short, this is the heart of Provence. We observe from the pontoons the balconies that seem suspended on the water overcrowded with a thousand colorful flowers. The ducks that calmly let themselves be carried away by the current. Some murals liven up the already adorable little squares, and a tired cat is resting on the roof of a car. In short, divine city.
Sunday 21 September
Madame Pascale had also provided us with some information, what she had strongly recommended was not to miss the Sunday morning market in the central square. We go out, and already on the sidewalk it is difficult to walk, from the people who are there, we travel those 500 meters and we go to the main road. Here we already find Brocanti stalls that display their products in a theatrical way, then we cross the bridge, yes the bridge because it crosses the river with a waterfall, and flowered balconies. Here we are in the real marché. Already from there you can see the colors of the counters, the perfumes and the international languages. Proceeding, with the nose down, take the adjacent streets also full of goods. The items are completely different from our markets. Here is the fruit stall neatly arranged in wooden boxes, cleaned and aligned. Then there is the florist in front of the church who struggles to serve between one vase and another and the patrons who admire and smell its products. A little further on a lady exposes all the aromas of the region, a hurricane of smells assails us penetrating the nostrils, sometimes even recalling some flashbacks set aside and almost forgotten. Always walking slowly we find the lords of the fabrics in a small square. All strictly Provencal, embroidered, cotton, plasticized, in short, an infinite choice. Suddenly the gaze falls towards a wooden plate lower than the others, and on top of it are well aligned tomatoes, turgid, ripe at the right point, and very fragrant. They are the ox hearts and ... the colors are red, yellow and shaded in black. Photos are wasted, clicks don't stop. We see all these tourists who continue to turn around and jerk around in the crowd. Here are the cheesemakers. Pungent smells and nice characters offer you a taste with a ready and tailor-made joke. And to finish the broiled chickens, there is the Chinese who does it with his spices, there is the French, and so on. I did not forget. Yes, there are also an infinite number of lavender vendors, and all the lines of this diary would not be enough on this topic. So a jump in this market should be done.Prices ... but the heart can also be filled only with colors and smells.We went in September with its colors and shades. In August the show is more suggestive because it takes place on the waters of the Sorgue.
Wonderful market, colors, perfumes, people, tourists, different languages, bright clothes, classic French-dressed women, screaming merchants, chicken smell, clatter on the cobblestones, creaking of bags that close with who knows what delicacy inside. home with the rainbow in your eyes and the future memory in your heart.
Monday 22 September
Today Lourmanin Ansouis. Splendid day an enviable sun, with a wind .... the mistral. We take for Lourmanin, there is a castle to visit there. Without a guide, and with 13 euros paid (6.5x2) we enter this princely home. This beautiful building has a record: it is the first Renaissance-style castle built in Provence. It is composed of a part in medieval style and a Renaissance part, fully furnished. In the 20th century, the castle risked demolition and was saved thanks to the work of a man of great culture Robert Laurent-Vibert, who restored it and saved all the archive documents and ancient paintings ...
Personally, I didn't like the furniture because it was recovered and assembled in the well-cleaned and cataloged rooms, there are also African items. The Castle is now nicknamed "The Little Villa Medici in Provence", because it is a summer destination for artists and researchers. We were lucky on the ground floor, where the music room is located, a girl was playing Bhetooven.
The village is a place of tranquility and calmness. for information:
Now towards Ansouis Splendid village, where life counts the minutes, where the seconds go by in its slowness. We ate in the central square under an age-old tree. The shade under that plane tree and the lightly hinted wind invited us to sit at that table. The kitchen was in the manager's house, instead drinks came from the bar opposite. In short, just a family treatment. Reasonable price. Here too there is a castle to visit, but only once a week at 15.
Tuesday 23 September
This morning we drank coffee in a village called Barbentane. The navigator exaggerated and made us reach the center of the country. We practically did it with bated breath because the streets were so narrow that they thought they would never come out of it.In this village there is a castle, but it cannot be visited, if not a few times a year when the owner gives permission. So first inquire. Where there is tourist information at the bottom of the path there is a beautiful villa, which is also not open to visitors, but only to be photographed because the gate is always open. I have not photographed it. A few photos of the village, the double-exit fountain and the 1500's Calendrale door. We also passed through Graveson, but the water garden is open until 15/9. So off to St Remy de Provance, an infernal chaos all crazy to look for the Van Gogh's passages in the city, then on the poles we read a disturbing communication. Beware of free bulls. Obviously they are signs for the future bullfight that will take place on the streets of the town. We come away from that hellish mess and proceed to the Archaeological city a little further on. The most important elements of this settlement are: the triumphal arch located at the ruins of Glanum near S. Remy de Provance. It was built following the Roman victory over the peoples of Gaul during the principality of Augustus. It is very similar to the arches found in the cities of Orange and Carpentras. Next to it is the mausoleum which was erected to pay homage to a family of Gallic origin who obtained Roman citizenship by fighting in the army of Augustus. It is very well preserved both for the structure and for the decorations. We came away because we didn't want to take time away from the attraction of the day. Les Baux-de-provance. What about this place, attraction for tourists, and fun for the little ones. This village overlooking a cliff, partly dominated by ruins from which you can admire a splendid panorama, is not well known, but it is certainly the most characteristic. The name Baux derives from the aluminum that surrounds the area and then the geologist Berthier la he called Les Baux thanks to his bauxite mine. To start I write that this magnificent site attracts about 2000 visitors a year. Now two lines on its history. The Le Baux family boasted that they came from Baldassarre, one of the three kings, thanks also to this they became stronger and stronger and also dominated other cities of Provence and two Italian Avellino and Andria. A historical and perfidious person remained glued to this town, it is the Viscount Raymond de Turenne, also called the scourge of Provence. He loved to throw prisoners off the highest cliff and had a great time watching the expressions of terror of the unfortunate. Fortunately the Viscount fell out of favor the King of France made him flee so this magnificent castle became a refuge for rebels and criminals until that Richielieu had her razed to the ground. Just as our eyes are observing her today. After these two lines of info we went up, the parking lot costs 5 euros and you pay are in currency. ATTENTION only in coins all machines do not have banknotes or an ATM. There are many parking spaces, but you have to be smart to bring it up there because it is very steep. We enter the alleys, the day is breezy thanks to the Mistral blowing undaunted over the whole ridge and sometimes even inside the ruins. Many small shops crammed with stuff follow one another on a cobblestone free from time. Each shop has a double hinged wrought iron closure, every corner is a reason to stop for a click, every look is a reason to appreciate its beauty. Between one amazement and another, fortunately there are few people, we arrive at the entrance where a nice office welcomes us to do the tickets, 8 euros per soul. There is also the possibility of attending evening lighting with a show on the ruins. For those who want there is also the explanation in language with the virtual guide or with the QR APP which, however, at that time was not working. However, they also give you a map, but there are arrows posted on the walls where you can't go wrong. The paving does not exist are all boulders one on top of the other next to each other corroded by the wind and water and by centuries. We proceed, a huge expanse opens before us was a hospital in the middle of a perfectly functioning catapult can pull up to 200 meters away, paintings show how it worked, in short, everything is very clear. We always proceed being very careful where we put our feet. High step, low step, boulder, narrow passage series si scalini.I panoramas from terraces are speechless, and the wind always wins at these altitudes and sweeps away even the smallest perplexity. I stop I cannot face other unequal and very very high steps, even if there is the handrail on both sides it would be dangerous for me, not for the climb, but for the descent. So I am satisfied and I envy Roberto so much that he only climbs the first ramp and takes photos. Meanwhile, I observe and see the Enfer valley, it is believed that Dante was inspired by these cliffs, by these crumbled rocks, by these profiles carved in the friability of the limestone rock, this inspired DANTE to write his rounds of hell. back, all downhill, same path, same attention.
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Wednesday 24 September
today the sea is beautiful the sky does not even have a cloud. After about 70 km we are in Martigues a bay after Marseille. We parked in the free ones. It is a village with many bridges adorned with flower pots, one is then mobile. Moored boats are of all kinds. There are two magnificent catamarans. In the little square just behind one of these bridges there is a monument dedicated to the fisherman and the embroiderer, made in iron. Cute. Of restaurants, few open because we are in September, but apart from this we noticed many shops to rent and abandoned. We settle right in front of the sea and we eat two soups of mussels with chips. Divine, Provencal style, of course. Two steps and then to the beaches they have here. Take a road that takes you to the sea and ends on the sand. Done, basically we turn right and find ourselves in paradise. The wind that blows on the rocks of the boys who surf and kitesurf, and of the horses that walk on the sand behind us. Yes, there was still water behind us, we had come across a peninsula.
A few photos and then off to another peninsula.
Thursday 25 September
Last trip Sault the city par excellence of Lavender. Of course there is not now and you cannot admire those immense expanses of lilac color, but she is there, colorless, small and nobody notices her. We drink coffee in the usual bar in the center. Sault has only one crossroads and all his life develops there, in front of it there is a very sweet pastry shop since 1887. So we take two croissants and then we go to drink coffee and savor this tasty croissant.The Nesque gorges also saw us pass on this occasion. Every time it's a discovery, every time it's an emotion. Its overhangs, its railings overlooking the cliffs, its galleries carved into the rock.
Finished tomorrow Friday we will take the way home. Until next time ....
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