Well in some ways I guess you could say we saved the best for last because The Alps were definitely the most stunningly beautiful landscape we saw. This first picture is in Provence where we stopped for a night in between our two beach trips. We decided to include the pics from Provence with the Alps post because the part of Provence where we stayed is referred to as the "Pre-Alps" as it is there that the terrain starts to become quite mountainous. We had a lovely afternoon and evening enjoying the country side. The bed and breakfast where we stayed was literally in the middle of nowhere. The nearest town was a 20k drive, which was perfect for us after fighting the traffic at the beach. The couple who owned the place were very nice and we had fun conversations with them and the other guests, an older couple from Lyon. Our favorite new friend, of course, was their sweet dog.
After a picnic dinner, we asked the owners where we should go for an after dinner walk and he gave us directions for a 5k loop that would take us up onto the hillside where we could see the ruins of an old village. He said the views were great so we started out. Of course, his directions were given in French, and realizing that we might need a little extra instruction, he drove his truck out to check on us to make sure we had made the first turn-off. (we hadn't.) After his added instructions, we were able to finish our hike without getting lost in the Provence country-side. Not that it would be too horrible of a place to be lost. It was so beautiful I almost forgot about the horrible allergic reaction I was having. :)
We even saw a shepherd herding his sheep. Could we have asked for a more picturesque addition to the already magnificent hike?
And, on our way back, we came across a sign for an antique store with a name that is near and dear to our hearts:
We spent the last night of our 14 night trip in another bed and breakfast in a very tiny remote village. The drive up the mountain to get there was a little intense, as the 4 cylinder Citron was having a little trouble handling the very steep, very winding road. Let's just say that based on the Citron's performance, we have decided in advance to spare the Celica an Alpine adventure, as we are pretty sure the Alps would then become her final resting place. After we made it though, the views were so incredibly worth the harrowing drive. Especially the views of the famous "Mt. Blanc."
Even better than the views though, was the unexpected village party that we stumbled upon during our after dinner walk. This party was complete with French hunch-punch (just add some white wine to our version), lots of yummy food, board games for the family, and other very random forms of entertainment. The entertainment included this percussion band:
And my personal favorite..... a group of local high-schoolers who did a skit in which they pretended to be russian acrobats. The main theme of the skit, however, was their disdain for George W. Bush.
We really could not have made this stuff up if we tried. It was hilarious. The people were so friendly though, and were so very different from the people we had just left in Monaco. These people were the truest version of hippies I have ever encountered. Everything at this party was free, but there were boxes at each game or food station for you to pay what you saw fit. The sign at the entrance explained that this was their way of celebrating communal living and reminding everybody of the dangers of commercialism and capitalism. The practiced what they preached though, as after dinner, everyone was expected to go and wash as many dishes as they felt they should. It was insane. Peter loved it, of course.... especially as he drank more hunch punch. It turned out to be the perfect birthday party for him and a really amusing end to the most incredible trip of our lives.