Posts Tagged“pignans”

She sat in the corner of the bar, her face flushed with drink underneath her mop of gray shaggy hair. I paid little attention to her as we plopped down at the bar. ¬†We greeted Laurence, the bar owner, who we’d met a few days after our arrival in Pignans. The other customers perked up as they heard our not-French accents, and we soon had a buzz around us. Everyone wanted to know what an American family was doing in Provence before the grapevines and lavender began to bloom (the usual tourist attractions in the summer). Laurence jerked his head…

The thing I savor most about travel is those unexpected, serendipitous experiences. And the people I meet. Like the priest Mom and I met in Ireland. What a character! Tirrell and I had a similar interaction yesterday with a woman I call Helene. She reminds me of my adopted grandmother, Helen, back in San Diego, primarily because she, too, is in her 90s and is a bon vivant.