Springtime in Provence so far has been marked by beautiful flower petals always falling on my head, the opening of ice cream places (which I may have already eaten quite a few times), and a school wide trip to the Luberon region of France.
This past Friday morning, about a hundred college students gathered in front of the Cezanne Statue, which is the standard meeting place for anything and everything.
The place where we were heading for the day wasn't too far away, though I can't tell exactly how long the bus ride was because-as always- I fell right asleep as soon as the bus hit the highway.
When the two busses stopped and I work up, we were at a small village whose name I can't quite pronounce, no matter how much I try.
Throughout the day we visited a total of three little villages.
This past Friday morning, about a hundred college students gathered in front of the Cezanne Statue, which is the standard meeting place for anything and everything.
The place where we were heading for the day wasn't too far away, though I can't tell exactly how long the bus ride was because-as always- I fell right asleep as soon as the bus hit the highway.
When the two busses stopped and I work up, we were at a small village whose name I can't quite pronounce, no matter how much I try.
Throughout the day we visited a total of three little villages.
For lunch, we stopped at this incredible little village where we loaded up on food from the market. About an hour later, we carried our newfound loot (for me it was strawberries, bread, cheese, and tomato spread) and proceeded to travel to another splendid little town situated on a hill. On the top of the hill there was a plateau with a green lawn and a few beautiful sculptures. Here, we spread out and ate our little feast. It was a beautiful day and a picnic was perfect.
I then spent some time just chilling in this tree, because of course I'm a monkey and/or wanting to be Rue from the Hunger Games.
I then spent some time just chilling in this tree, because of course I'm a monkey and/or wanting to be Rue from the Hunger Games.
We also went to this place where ochre comes from. As a painter, I could really appreciate that. I wanted to take the ochre dirt and put it in a jar (and shout I have a jar of dirt in the style of Captain Jack Sparrow) and then I would have it to make paint for whenever I needed ochre. But of course I didn't because I didn't have a jar and I don't know how to make paint.
I did however do a lot of hiking and, when I got back to Aix at the end of the day, my boots where coated in a beautiful layer of ochre.