The Best Trip Ever

This morning I visited the Lourmarin cemetery, just down the road from our apartment. Although the entire cemetery is fascinating, the "star" attraction is Albert Camus, who died in an automobile accident in 1960 and is buried here. As graves go, his is a nice one, covered with lavender, iris, and oleander and only a small weathered stone.

From there, I circled around the village and entered at the Mini-Golf footpath, which leads to the village via residents' vegetable gardens. My fascination with vegetable gardens is endless, so I loved this. It looks like the veggies are a few weeks behind mine at home.

Then, before we left for our day's explorations, I joined Frank for coffee and people-watching again. This is where the biggest mishap of our day occurred when a bird deposited a huge and disgusting mess right on the front page of our International Herald Tribune (splattering Frank's shirtfront too). I forgot to ask Frank what the article was that earned such a comment. I guess I'll get by for another day without news!

We drove a big loop up past L'Isle Sur La Sorge etc to Bedoin for lunch, then part way up Mount Ventoux and back through Sault. A gorgeous drive!