|Sorgue river in Fontaine-de-Vaucluse|
|Looking down the valley we walked up. |
The trail was very rubble-y the whole way,
which got tiring after a while.
|The towns are a little hard to see...|
|Le Mur de la Peste|
Our legs weren’t done for the day yet thought. After getting back to the studio, we went in search of Madame Collette again, as we were now supposed to move into the main house. We knocked on her door, but no one was home. I decided to check my email, and stepped out into the street (I had found I can pick up the internet just a few steps up the road from our door) when who should be walking but, you guessed it, Madame Collette! I think we must be telepathic or something. Now if only I could send actual words instead of just “where are you” vibes then we’d be getting somewhere!
The studio is really the first floor of the house (which has five floors! Albeit small.) and there is a doorway from the studio to stairs leading up into the house. So Alan and I spent a busy few minutes carrying all our things up the stairs while Madame Collette went about tidying things up and pointing things out to us (like how to use the washing machine, after she laughed at our pile of laundry : )
|Patio (and entrance to the house)|
|Stairs going up to bathroom and bedrooms|
|Washing machine! The drum spins vertically.|
|At the very top of the tower, the last bedroom|