I don't remember what drew us to Bonnieux. Maybe it was the fact that it was a quaint-looking French town sitting atop a hill overlooking kilometers of farmland around it. Maybe it was just happenstance, we needed a place to stop for lunch on our circuit around Provence that day. I do remember we had visited Nîmes that morning, seen Colosseum-like Roman arena still standing there and we would finish the day in the ruins of Les Baux de Provence. In between was this small French town where we were lucky enough to hit market day. We picked up some fruit, bread, meat and the most amazing bottle of lavender lemonade (so amazing I spent time back home in the states trying to figure out some way to buy this stuff and get it shipped here). And then we wandered. Mostly up, mostly winding. As we ascended through the town we passed out of the market district and found ourselves in a warren of old, stone streets with shops tucked into corners here and there. Old chairs, old books, old paintings (some new ones as well) sat out here and there to entice passerby.
Nothing much of consequence happened that afternoon in Bonnieux, but it was still one of my favorite afternoons spent in Provence, succeeded only by the afternoon we would spend a day or two later in the coastal town of Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer in the middle of the Camargue. But more on that another post.
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