We just got back from another one of our little Paradise in Provence trips to that little slice of French heaven, Les Murets. These are wonderful trips that fully immerse one in the culture, food, wine and overall ambiance of the Luberon, along with a healthy dose of renewing friendships or creating new ones.
This last trip consisted of three lovely ladies from Chicago who found out about our trip from our website; and four lively and fun girls from Atlanta, who are personal friends and clients at the gallery.
As we planned the trip, Ann and I wondered just a little uneasily about the mix. It’s a little like going to camp: you know you’re going to have a wonderful time, but you’re not sure who your bunkmates will be. However, we reassured ourselves that everyone would be grown-up, beautifully mannered and if there were any oil/water situations, they would be resolved in a quiet and respectful way.
Well, of course we didn’t have to worry: Chicago met Atlanta and Atlanta met Chicago and it was love at first sight. It started that first night with general introductions over perfectly chilled rose and a delicious dinner on Les Muret’s magical terrace. And, as the week wore on, it was refreshing to watch new friendships being formed and lasting relationships being cemented through shared experiences: children, husbands, careers and passions.
The Chicago ladies (who mostly have younger children) were thrilled to have downtime with each other away from their constant demands and pressures. And, the Atlanta ladies re-kindled strong friendships that maybe had drifted over the years.
Here's Atlanta & Chicago meeting for the first time.
We’re not sure if it was the soft and reflective light that permeates Provence, or maybe the balmy, lavender-scented air (and unusually summer-like temps that greeted us on our arrival and blessedly stayed with us all week) that helped cement these newly found relationships; or, maybe it was the long and lingering dinners over olives, tapenade, freshly made vegetables tarts, aromatic cheeses and succulent fruits.
Perhaps it was the light and refreshing roses, reds and whites that were heartily consumed or the chance to chat leisurely over two-hour gastronomique feasts. Comparing market finds or quietly contemplating one’s life in a 16th century abbey? Whatever the reason, for one happy week, our seven guests become fast and furious friends.
Two days later we're all fast and furious friends...
Our thoughts were confirmed twice on this trip: once while we were driving with our handsome and charming driver, Christophe, and discussing the merits of soccer. One saucy lady happened to mention that the players, while at the top of their game, are usually pretty attractive, too. “Oh you ladies are the same all over,” exclaimed Christophe with a perfectly French grin and shrug. We all agreed.
A few days later, we gathered after a postcard pretty little market (in Lourmarin) to compare purchases. One Atlantan pulled out a new purchase and fetchingly modeled it.
A vendor, a typical Provencal kind of guy, started applauding and called out in French, “You women are always admiring your babies!” (meaning that we coddle and cuddle the things we love.)
What we all realized is that despite the myriad of differences we have, we are all basically the same. We have families, careers, responsibilities and passions and when a bond is formed through one of those, a friendship is sure to be made.
And if that can happen for one week in enchanting Provence, it’s all the better!
Tata!
M.
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