Today we arrived in Menerbes, a walled medieval village that runs along a hilltop in the Luberon Valley. We’re staying here for three weeks so I can live out a lifetime dream of writing in France.
We arrived at 6 this evening after driving all day from the Drome. We needed an aperitif before dinner. Okay, wanted one. It’s something we’ve picked up over here in France. So we walked along the main road past the cafes and barred shops looking for a place to sit in the sun.
The only place we found for an aperitif was the tabac where the local lads hung out of the door with their red wine calling to the locals as they passed. If we needed a reminder we didn’t quite fit in, this was it. We went back home, sat out on our little terrace and poured ourselves a local white called ‘Une Bonne Moment.” In the fields below the village the late afternoon sun shone through the vine leaves turning them translucent gold and red.
Tomorrow morning I start writing. My writing and I will be wearing loose pyjamas. Casual and informal writing that allows for a saunter two doors down to the patisserie to buy one of those glistening apricot tarts I saw in the window. I love your idea of loose pyjamas, Julia Cameron. In more ways than one.