If you’ve read any books about the south of France and the vibrant Provencal region, you probably know about the fields of lavender that dot the countryside in the Luberon just east of Avignon. If your timing is just right, the weather cooperates, and you find yourself here in mid-June, you are rewarded with heavenly scents from miles and miles of lavender fields in valleys across Provence.
Shopping alongside locals in their weekly market is another quintessential Provencal pastime. Tasting homemade sheep’s cheese, olive tapenade and freshly-picked cherries as you stroll through picturesque lanes buying your picnic lunch is something that never happens in our life at home. I want to transplant the Sunday market in Isle sur la Sorgue to replace my local Kroger in a bad way.
It was one of my mom’s dreams to see the lavender and experience the magic of Provence. When Mitch and I were here a decade ago, I walked through markets and strolled through quaint villages thinking how much she would love it. So, it was sweet serendipity to invite her on our journey and experience this wonderful place with her for the first time. As mom filled her suitcase with scenic artwork, jacquard linens and lavender soaps, I collected memories that will last a lifetime.