Shared Illusions

Roundabouts. Traffic circles. Ubiquitous in this area. I don’t think you can drive for more than 6 km before reaching one, and usually it’s more like 3 km. Some are quite large, small islands at an intersection of 2, 3, or 4 roads. Some are petit, barely a bump to maneuver around. They do keep traffic flowing. And if you’re not sure which exit, just go ’round again! I wonder I didn’t recall that aspect of driving here. And I remembered it as being much curvier than it is!

Random: Pillows here are square.

There is a river here: L’Auzon. My mom’s maiden name: Lauzon.

Yesterday we went to a restaurant in Chateauneuf-de-Gadagne, La Maison de Celou. We’d heard about it from two Irish women our first day in Isle sur Sorgue. We sat on the terrace overlooking town and valley. The entrée: pâte de foie gras. Oh my. So rich so creamy so decadent. Followed by the best cut of meat I’ve ever had.

And dessert of course. Didn’t eat anything for the rest of the day. It was enchanting.

That morning I went out shopping, thinking I at least needed a better top to wear with my skirt. I didn’t find anything. Really?! In France?! That’s right. Summer clothing was on the way out; slim pickings. At any rate, I wasn’t the only one there (besides Ed) casually dressed. The staff was friendly and welcoming- no pretensions.

L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue is actually an island surrounded by the River Sorgue. There are several water wheels along the river, which at one time were working water wheels. Now they are simply charming.

C’est tout, jusqu’à plu tard.