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lavoir in saorge

While washing machines have replaced the need to wash clothes in the very French lavoirs of yesteryear, they still can be found in many towns in Provence. This one in Saorge was familiar. It was next door to the apartment my family rented for a week a few years ago. When I arrived in Saorge on this visit, seeing it was like coming home…with one small change. Note the disco ball someone added for a little tongue-in-cheek fun.

You hear the term “stepping back in time,” but you can’t truly grasp the meaning until you experience it yourself. I first visited Paspus, a mountain top across from Saorge (and a cool 2400 in elevation), two years ago when my mountain man invited me and my family up for a picnic. We were in awe of the place, but it wasn’t until I returned on this trip that I really absorbed the place and its story. I’d read that Paspus was on the salt route from Nice to Tende in the 12th (I think) century. Salt was a huge commodity then;…

Bonjour. Bonjour! It might sound like the start of Beauty and the Beast, but you’d be surprised how much one little word can transform your travels, especially in small towns like Saorge. It might open the door to a sweet old lady marveling at how “you young folks” don’t need layers on a chilly morning while she’s bundled to the nines. It might warm up the room when a trio are the only other diners in the restaurant, and when the stoic Italian owner Bruno makes a joke, “okay, madame gets all the fries and you get none,” you feel free to make…

I’ve been yearning to travel on my own since I first got a taste for a few days two years ago in Greoux-les-Bains. I had a few days on my own last year on my Italy trip, but this year I’ve had even more time on my own. And it’s been great. Not only do I not have to worry about doing what someone else wants to do (or not do, in the case of my surly 13-year-old), but I have had plenty of time to reflect and simply enjoy my own company. And I’m great company, let me tell you. I’ve forced…