Silk flowers at the Carpentras MarketLate morning Wes, Sigrid and I head into Carpentras while the rest of the crew continue to recover from their over indulgence of the previous evening. Carpentras is the Rodney Dangerfield of Provence - it gets no respect. Wes' guide (Cadogan?) was less than complimentary about the town itself, calling it "odd" and "ugly", but suggested visitors check out the Friday morning market, which is one of the largest in the area.
Some scenes from the market:
Some beautiful produce, including heirlooms, radishes and asparagus.
A local admires Wes' soap selection technique.
A wide selection of fabrics on display.
Olives - yum.
A nap at the pool after lunch with Dora and the girls, and...
...we greet new arrivals Bruce and Robin. Bruce was a room-mate with Wes at Northwestern University. Now retired, he is working diligently on checking off the number three item on his bucket list.To welcome the new guest and note our last meal in Provence, we
... dine in the local town of Althens-des-Paluds at a fine restaurant whose name I have managed to forget.The food, on the other hand, was unforgettable:
Another extraordinary meal [descriptions will be updated later]. However I must report that Carolin, Molly and GeeGee violated the long-standing tradition of splitting costs at these meals, snuck behind our back, and paid for dinner. It was a very nice gesture and we were very grateful. We owe you all one, and will insist on repaying the favor., hopefully sooner rather than later.
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