St Remy de Provence
We wake to rain which I am of no doubt the locals will be grateful for. It soon clears and doesn’t appear to dampen the temperature any just the dust. St Remy de Provence is the town we are staying in or at least just down the road. We now have a local supermarche and know how to navigate our way around town rather than through it. We have however not yet been to town unless we count our first day when we managed to drive through the pedestrian street and today was market day and our house book says today is the day to go.
Its already hot and busy and I begin to wish the market stalls were not crowding the streets so I could see more definition of the village. The body has been delicately balanced over the past few days and is beginning to wobble so the wandering is slow and sloppy. We decide to call it quits and go back to our cottage and come back another day without the bustle and the wobble.
Yet again I forgo the raspberry tart breakfast as hunger is not on the agenda. On the walk back to the car WH finds a supermarche to get more water and supplies and as luck would have it it has a patisserie next door so aunty V the quest continues. We buy one to take home for dessert.
We chill for the afternoon and I finish a book and drink lots of water.
Thats about it today but I do have to share these great sculptures I saw in a gallery today, made out of sort of stocking stuff and also my new favourite fruit Apricots (Raspberry tarts don’t count as fruit or here’s a thought maybe they can).
