Overview
Following a relaxed morning after our visit to Séguret, we departed Mazan at approximately 9:30 am on our final day of exploring Provence.
Despite it being our last day, I was determined to maximize our experiences by visiting several locations I had long desired to explore.
With a hearty breakfast to initiate the day (indeed, I indulged in nearly all the French cheeses available), we set off through the mountainous terrain towards one of the most recognizable destinations in Provence—the Abbaye de Sénanque.
It’s likely that this location is familiar to many; it stands as one of Europe’s most picturesque and iconic sites, particularly famous for its lavender fields in the summer months, which have become a noteworthy attraction.
However, visiting in October meant that I missed the lavender fields, though the Abbey remained a delightful sight to behold. In fact, the tranquility of the place during our visit was noteworthy, as we encountered no other visitors, allowing us to fully appreciate the serenity.
Although I was aware in advance that there would be no lavender in bloom, the stunning landscape and the promise of returning in the summer months when the fields are vibrant have lured me to reconsider my travel plans. The beauty of this place in full bloom is something I can only imagine.
Indeed, I have already begun researching potential flights for next year! 🤣
Since the location was quite tranquil, we decided to make our way toward Gordes.
With a history spanning thousands of years (notably, the Romans once inhabited this area), this hilltop village is exceptionally picturesque.
For a considerable time, I had desired to visit Gordes—a village widely recognized as one of the most beautiful in the region.
As we approached, my anticipation grew, reminiscent of a child’s excitement on their way to an amusement park, particularly because I wished to witness the expansive views overlooking the hilltop community.
Nevertheless, as we advanced, the clouds descended, resulting in a dense layer of fog engulfing Gordes entirely.
A wave of disappointment washed over me, especially after yearning to see it for such a long time. It was one of those instances where one wishes for a refreshing gust of wind to disperse the fog…
Alas, none arrived!
Arriving at the viewpoint, Gordes lay shrouded in fog.
So much so that visibility was nearly zero. My spirits dwindled slightly; however, I have always believed that there are silver linings in such adverse situations—the challenge lies in uncovering them. Thus, we ventured down to explore Gordes itself.
Strolling through the charming streets, it becomes apparent why Gordes is regarded as so enchanting, quickly dispelling my exaggerated notion that the fog completely engulfed the village. The streets managed to escape the dense mist!
For those who have yet to visit, Gordes evokes a sense of timelessness. The exquisite preservation of the surrounding areas conjures the feeling of having traveled back 300 years to rural France.
As the morning chill began to set in, we discovered a quaint retreat, perfect for warming our spirits.
Offering a comforting ambiance complemented by a warm fireplace, Bastide de Gordes served as an ideal refuge.
The establishment not only provided a warming atmosphere but also served generous teapots brimming with homemade hot chocolate, which constituted the ideal way to heat up. This is a winning feature in any situation, but particularly when the weather is frigid.
After indulging in three cups of hot chocolate and basking by the fireplace, we ventured to give the Gordes viewpoint another attempt before departing the area.
Exiting the village, the fog gradually lifted. As we approached the viewpoint, the fog had mostly dissipated by the time we arrived—my spirits were uplifted!
Finally, I had a clear view of Gordes from a distance…and it was magnificent.
My time spent absorbing the view must have been at least half an hour because, before I realized it, it was time to make our way to the final destination of our journey.
Following a brief drive through the mountains, we arrived at Roussillon, a village nestled within the Lubéron Valley.
Roussillon is recognized as one of the hilltop villages adorned with vibrant streets, enhanced further by the remarkable Ochre Ridge visible from various viewpoints.
Now, one may question the color of the Ochre Ridge?
According to legend, the vividly colored cliffs originated from a dispute during the Middle Ages. Allegedly, a beautiful young woman named Séramonde fell for a charismatic troubadour, which drew the ire of the Lord of Roussillon, who was likewise enamored with Séramonde.
A fierce confrontation ensued, ultimately resulting in the Lord taking the life of his romantic rival. Devastated by the revelation of her lover’s fate, Séramonde tragically threw herself from the cliffs. 🙁
Consequently, it is said that her lifeblood imbues the cliffs with the deep hues we observe today.
Having heard the tale behind the cliffs and the lovers’ tumult, I yearned to stroll along the Ochre Path to further explore the stunning landscape. It truly is a magnificent location.
Alas, my time in Provence was drawing to a close.
After four days filled with enjoyment, exploration, and an abundance of culinary delights, it was time to depart for London.
Provence has always held a prominent place on my travel itinerary, and it certainly lived up to my expectations.
Such lofty expectations can often lead to disappointment, but in the case of Provence, it undoubtedly exceeded my hopes, igniting a desire to revisit.
Especially during the summer, when the fruits are ripe and the lavender fields flourish.
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