
A private driver picked us up after an early breakfast in his beautiful new shiny black SUV and jettisoned us some 50+ miles to the quaint mountaintop town of Sault (pronounced 'SO') in Provence.
The countryside was almost a blur and I have no clue how cyclists maneuver those windy hill roads with crazy fast drivers especially in the late July heat.
The roads aren't very wide and it's a long way down.
Impressionist Lavender field at the right speed... the driver's intention of course! |



a penchant for periwinkle / maybe that's to match the lavender? s

And of course a lot of lavender products in the shops.
Let's wait until after lunch in the next entry to talk about lavender...
'Til then au revoir.
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