July 13th was a day we all dreaded . . . taking Mindy to the Marseille airport. Without her, there would be no more singing, much less energy, and bad manners would prevail. The magic would be gone. We envisioned a joyous last lunch, like our lunch in Fontaine de Vaucluse on Mary Ellen's birthday.
Or a farewell photo in front of a view overlooking the Luberon Valley, like the one we took in Ansouis. That would have been fitting. But the day dawned stormy, and after the GPS took us through every village on the way to the interstate, we ran out of time. In a torrential rainstorm, we got Mindy to the airport in time, but without lunch, and without a last photo, like this one.
Back in Lourmarin, the clouds cleared and temperature had dropped 15 degrees. After a glass of wine in a café, we grabbed a baguette. We returned home to find the house opened up and a mighty mistral blowing through.
Best of all, Matthew and Ethan put dinner on the table for us. They made a fire, grilled lamb kebobs with onions, made rice, and green beans. We were all mightily impressed and temporarily cheered up.
Back in Lourmarin, the clouds cleared and temperature had dropped 15 degrees. After a glass of wine in a café, we grabbed a baguette. We returned home to find the house opened up and a mighty mistral blowing through.
Best of all, Matthew and Ethan put dinner on the table for us. They made a fire, grilled lamb kebobs with onions, made rice, and green beans. We were all mightily impressed and temporarily cheered up.
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