My inner pale white girl is crying. Oh, the woes of living in the South of France. No- I shouldn't complain, in fact I CAN'T complain because where I would probably be sat in my room right now in Costa-del-Soton (there's even now a page on Facebook called 'Is it raining in Southampton?') moping over books with 400 pages which I'd probably only realistically read 2 of, I have been exploring beautiful French towns, and hiking alongside stunning views in order to spend my Saturday lazing on rocks in what can only be described as paradise. (See first image, and weep.)
I think that I may have found my favourite place to date. Although I had heard from other people that it was beautiful, I hadn't quite anticipated how beautiful, and I am really quite gutted that I had only managed to visit it for the first time so late into the year. I could have easily spent every weekend there until the end of Summer. (Although by the way things are going, that will probably be next January).
Besides the utter euphoric views I have had the pleasure of experiencing this weekend, I also have a 2 day week to look forward to, an impromptu visit from my mum and sister on Wednesday, and then I'm off to Barcelona and Rome as of Friday. My god, life is sweet.
As far as cute villages go, the South of France seems to host an abundance of them. Each village seems to have an idyllic, but completely different feel. An impromptu visit to Lubéron with a few friends led us to discover the beautiful town of Roussilon, characterised by its bright red-ocre hills and small winding streets.
Another not so hidden treasure that we had the fortune of visiting- the traditional Provencal market in Apt. Situated at La Place des Martyrs de la Resistance (I will forever love the names of places here... so romantic), the market is filled with incredible fresh local produce. Perhaps my favourite thing (forever a fat girl at heart), was the fact that each seller is so incredibly proud of their produce, that they practically force samples upon you. Excellent news. We managed to fill up on food samples alone... who needs to buy lunch? Forever a student...
Of course, how could I not mention the flower markets? Abundances of every type of flower you could imagine. Heaven. And as every girl will tell you, there's nothing quite like a fresh bunch of Peonies.
Until next time! (With tales from Barcelona and Rome)...
A x
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