Soon after we returned to the house we set out for the town of Joucas. A small town usually overlooked because of it situation between the large tourist towns of Roussillon and Gordes, the Rick Steve’s guidebook suggested it as a good starting point for a hike up to another small town called Murs. About the same distance apart as Lacoste and Bonnieux, the trail was supposedly much clearer and more direct.
|Church in Joucas|
|Shrine and wheat (maybe?) field outside of Murs|
|I liked the huge dried flowers|
|Ah, we love signposts!|
After our Bonnieux experience with closing shops, Mom decided we should check out Gordes on our way home in case we didn’t get there for the hike we’ve picked out till after tourist season official closes (or so it seems) at the end of October. We walked down streets and into various shops (with some very nice paintings and some I didn’t care for as much) as well as to the church, whose walls were covered in painted patterns. I was tempted by a little iron snail sculpture for only 8 euros, but decided that I knew where I could get it if I still wanted it later.
|This bakery caught our eye, and we couldn't resist...|
|Mom got a "thousand leaves", and mine was kind |
of caramel-flavored, but more like the Spanish version,
dulce de leche, which is lighter than our caramel.
|And Dad finally got his "tarte de pomme"|
Supper was sizzling on the stove when Madame Collette came rushing back into the house, apologizing to Mom and saying that she had gotten the days mixed up in her head. She was going to remake all the beds for us and then do laundry all over again tomorrow, but we told her not to worry about it. At least it was good to know that we hadn’t been mistaken, and an extra night downstairs didn’t really matter to us.