Belle Provence

The balance of my hours in Provence were happily spent doing what I came to do. In the morning I made a pilgrimage to Thoronet, a Cistercian abbey built at the end of the 12th century. Beyond the visual beauty, the highlight was hearing a priest chanting in the church. He sounded like an entire choir of men. Later, he sang a triad slowly, which the vaulted ceiling tuned into a chord. I’ve never experienced that in my life.

Still a little chilly to paint, I picnicked on a small baguette, left over cheese and olive tapenade on the grounds, washing it down with some San Pellegrino. Too many hairpin turns and paintings to go before it would be wine time.

The afternoon proved to be cool but calm, with enough sunshine to enjoy painting at le Lac de Carcés. Evening gave way to a marvelous farewell french dinner prepared by Pierre.

6x8 oil, Lac de Carcés

By the time you’re reading this, I’ll be back in Paris at my silly little hotel at Place d’Italie, where the wi-fi is capricious but a delightful patisserie is right around the corner. As much as I want to return to Jardin d’Artemis for dinner, I’m also tempted by the little place next door which specializes in couscous- as long as it’s not bio!

6 thoughts on “Belle Provence

  1. I love traveling with you and will be sorry to see your trip end, but look forward to seeing you again soon. Enjoy the rest of your stay.

  2. The last picture of you leaving on the path is magical. Was it timed on tripod, as was the self portrait of the artiste? Or do you have a travel elf?

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