We were welcomed by the Mistrals--the hot dry wind of the area. The cacaphony of cicades buzzed noisely as we knew we had arrived in Provence!
Our hotel was a lovely refuge that crouches under Les Baux proper. One could stare up at the castle walls or enjoy the valley views from the groomed terraces.
Those blue shutters framed our little room which was decorated in poppy-laden provencal fabric. That little deck area invited quiet reflection with a glass of cold rose wine---the preferred drink of the locals for hot days.
The valley views were not unlike ours in Roseburg, although, those are olive orchards tucked among the vineyards with hard white limestone hills surrounding.
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