Give Me Bread: A girl in Gordes

We departed Juvignac, an arid commune in the heart of the Languedoc-Roussillon region, in our rented Fiat. Stephanie took the wheel and I rode shot gun, my nose pressed to the window so I could watch the scrubby landscape whiz by (as much as things can whiz by when rolling in a microscopic Italian death machine).

Although Stephanie and I are intrepid world travelers with dog-eared passports, we were both feeling giddy at the prospect of spending the night in Provence, a fabled land of romance, olives, and wine.

Stephanie is an adventurer at heart. It's one of the things I love about her. She believes travel is about the journey, not the destination. (I respectfully disagree. For me, travel is all about the destination, especially if it includes a night at the Hotel Ritz Paris or the Hotel Martinez in Cannes. Belgian chocolates devoured while lying naked in one of Westin's Heavenly Beds trumps salted peanuts in a cramped airline seat. Just sayin'.)

A French Revolution

After staging a revolt, I gleefully

pose with my beloved bread. I am

like a sans culotte, minus the sabots and

red cap of liberty

Stephanie turned off the A9 and directed our lemoncello can on wheels towards Provence via the back roads. We zipped through quaint villages, deftly maneuvering the myriad of roundabouts, until our tanks required refilling (Read: my stomach staged its own French Revolution, loudly demanding Stephanie stop at a boulangerie. "Bread, I say, give me bread!")

Bread devoured. Hunger satiated. We folded ourselves back into the Fiat and drove on to Gordes.

With sweeping panoramic views, unique stone buildings, and a city square that is utterly typique, it is easy to understand why Gordes has been a favorite location for movie and television shoots, including A Good Year, starring Russell Crowe.

It was Stephanie's idea, in fact, to visit several of the sites used in the filming of A Good Year (more to come on this on a future blog post).

And so, after exploring the labyrinth of steep, cobble stoned streets and marveling at the honey hued stone homes perched precariously on the edges of cliffs, we found ourselves eating lunch at a quaint cafe overlooking the city square - the same square featured in A Good Year (In the movie, Russell Crowe's character falls in love with a French woman who owns a restaurant situated on the square).

Although the waiter lacked Russell Crowe's gladiator-like pecs and debonair charm, the meal was utterly delicious.

To Market

After buying French caramel, chocolate, sea salt, soap, and jam, Stephanie and I simply had to

buy a French market basket. Bien sûr! After touring the rest of the village and purchasing our requisite, locally-made straw market baskets, we checked into Li Poulidetto, a très, très charmant bed and breakfast in Lioux, just outside of Gordes. Each of the private rooms features an en suite bathroom and open to a courtyard with a pool.

We unpacked and then took a walk to a forgotten little village surrounded by olive groves. The sun was nestling between the hills as we made our way through the groves.

Dinner, which was prepared by the man of the house (Score one for feminism) and served by candlelight in the atrium, was utterly delicious. We began with a light tuna tart, followed by a salad. The main course was a flavorful turkey tagine. Preliminaries out of the way, we settled down to dessert (an amazingly light and chocolatey mousse) and apertifs.

By the light of the moon, I returned to my room in a contented stupor, drunk on the magic of Provence (or it could have been the aperitif). It was the perfect conclusion to a perfect Provençal day.