Over 4th of July week, my family did a very un-American thing – we went to France. And I have to say, I wouldn’t mind making it a tradition…
We were based in Avignon, in an apartment off the main square. The market was ridiculous. The cheese situation in France as a whole is ridiculous.
Gorgeous produce every day.
Avignon is the former home of the Popes…this crucifix is in front of their big giant palace.
Throughout the trip, Dad pretty much looked like this. Though so did the Boy. And me. We can’t help it.
The guidebook described Gordes as looking like a big cake up on top of a hill. I see it.
I have approximately one billion food pictures. Everything was gorgeous. Everything was delicious. Most of it was eaten al fresco. That up there is smoked beef tartare.
And that up there is a cornucopia of berries. But the horn is made of pastry, and filled with cream. I mean…French pastry. You literally cannot beat it.
Many afternoons were spent wandering through villages and towns, looking up at views like this.
Oh, except that one afternoon where the Boy and I went hiking.
Yeah, we had to climb down from up on top of that. No, we didn’t know that when we started. Yes, we had to avoid wild boar on the way. Per Google, if one of them gets pissed at you, the only thing to do is run up a tree. A comforting thought, I’m sure you can imagine.
The end result of the hike, however, was a swim in the Mediterranean in this unbelievable place (for the technical among you, the Calanque d’en Vau). Though we did have to get back up again afterwards…
Hiking in the golden hour.
The view on the way, way back.
We also took a drive through the Camargue, home to flamingos and wild horses. And lots of mosquitoes.
Obviously I’m going to end with more food. That up there is a sort of caprese. A delicious sort of caprese.
And that is a steak tartare (of sorts, it’s cooked) topped with foie gras, which at least one person ordered at basically every meal. Not the tartare. The foie gras. We can’t get it anymore in California, you know.
Restaurants pictured above:
Le Carre d’Herbes