Halloween in Provence

Lost, Provence

The back streets were a little maze-like, but we escaped.

Chair and Dentist, Isle sur la Sorgue, Provence

The chair and the colored squares on the street were a way to make you go down the alley to an art gallery. It worked.

Back Street Isle sur la Sorgue, Provence

The quiet back streets of the tourist towns are much more relaxed than the main drags. This couple looked quite happy to be far from the madding crowd.

Isle sur la Sorgue market day, Provence

This guy set up in a back alley and, to my ear, played very nice flamenco style guitar. He made a lot of change.

Walnuts at market, Provence

The open air markets provide wonderful produce once a week in every town. These walnuts were delicious.

Ducks, Isle sur la Sorgue, Provence

These ducks hang out below the restaurants waiting for free handouts. When food is thrown in it becomes a water polo match.

Ivied window, Isle sur la Sorgue, Provence

This window looks out across the river to the outdoor restaurant area. No wonder they made it out of mirrors.

Lunch, Isle sur la Sorgue, Provence

These two gentlemen, obviously old friends, discussed, with passion, every bite of their meal. They were very animated and very happy with their fare.

Local wine

The local wines are almost always wonderful. This Cotes du Luberon was especially good with a pizza pie in Isle sur la Sorgue

Isle sur la Sorgue, Provence 2

Isle sur la Sorgue, Provence

Store window, Robion, Provence

None of us could figure out what these were for, but they were wonderful to look at.

Harvey, Robion

Harvey and I had been left by our wives, off to find a seller of Santons before the traditional Noon closing in Provence. We got pleasantly lost in the back streets and, eventually found our santon-less spouses.

Robion old town, Provence

Robion seems to be trying to modernize in the worst possible way, to my eyes. All of the newer buildings in town are very modern beige squares with little or no planting around them. The older part of town still has that old Provencal charm.

Robion, Provence

This was a house on a very back street in a little crossroads town called Robion. It resembled my yard/garden as it was a little jungly and unkempt. I felt at home looking at it.