Provence is the beauty queen of the travel world. Lavender, sunflowers, tomatoes, olive oil that tastes like liquid sunshine – it’s as if God saved all the best bits to sprinkle over this little corner of France.
For the lavender and sunflowers, you are advised to visit from late June until August; but along with the pretty flowers you get crowds. We had glorious weather the third un-crowded week of September, and not even a breath of the mistral, that fierce and naughty wind that is rumored to drive Provencales mad, or at least to drink – I never saw any pastis during our trip, but apparently it is considered to be the regional breakfast of champions.
Our time at the Four Seasons Terre Blanche, in the hills about a half-hour drive from Cannes, was memorable for cornflower-blue clear skies, a hint of rosemary in the wind and perfect 75-80 degree temperatures. And for a whiff of “American-ese” – spacious rooms, USA-style showers, and lots of English spoken for us dunderheads who didn’t bother to learn some French before we got on the plane.
We were there four nights, a perfect mid-trip respite to read by the gorgeous infinity pool, do laundry in the giant bath tub and gaze out at the hills of Provence above Cannes, which looked an awful lot like the views at home! Now I understand why they call our area the “American Riviera”.
If you’re getting sick of how wonderful every moment was, stay tuned for a less-than-perfect day during this leg of our trip…