7/11 Ansouis

On Saturday morning, we went for a hike to the end of our road, which turns into a dirt road and then a footpath that you could take across the entire country. But we around after an hour. Rotting melons were arranged at a clearing, which smelled to high heaven. Someone told us later that the melons were probably bait for wild boars.

That afternoon, we went to Ansouis, a small village about 10 miles from Lourmarin with a winery, Chateau St. Estève de Neri, recommended by the owners of our house. We wandered around Ansouis and poked our noses everywhere. It was a warm day, but there weren't many people out so we felt slightly less like tourists. Mindy took another of her signature "light in the darkness" shots.

What's this? An exhibition of paintings at the "Presbytere?" France isn't exactly full of Presbyterian churches, despite the Hugenots. We loved the paintings but never got the story on the Presbytere.

Next to the church were incredible views of the Luberon valley and we could see Lourmarin from there. I could have gazed at that landscape for hours.

Le Museé Extraordinaire took us back around 5,000 or so years ago when the Luberon was under the ocean. Although trés charmante, it  seemed like something we might see in Carrboro.

And by the time we got to the winery, we forgot to take more pictures . . . too thirsty. We'd hoped to meet the owners, but they were out, so we had a nice chat with the woman working there -- she spoke excellent English, so I didn't have to pretend I understood everything she said.