When we arrived at Paradiso di Frassina it was pitch black outside. Slowly, the car drove up a gravel road and although we didn’t see a thing, we knew we were surrounded by vineyards. Then, as we approached the parking lot and I stepped out of the car, I heard it. Mozart.
“For how long will she go on about this roadtrip?” Is that what you’re thinking when you’re skimming through my posts? If so, I’m sorry, but the blog is an excellent bragging outlet and I need to channel my excitement for this amazing trip somewhere. Carry on? Ok, but there will be more bragging. Just sayin’.
I never tire of markets. So when I heard that one of the best Provençal markets was 10 minutes away from our hotel, I literally forced the Italian out of bed and begged him to drive me there. I could hear scarves, lavender and ceramics calling me from the hilltop village.
We were so lucky with the weather on our roadtrip. When we arrived to L’Isle sur la Sorgue, I had to take off my jumper and suddenly it felt like I was on holiday. A holiday isn’t a holiday unless you have to strip off a piece of clothing because it’s too hot!
I haven’t been short on holidays lately. While in July I was complaining about everyone leaving me in dreary London, now I’ve finally had my fair share of trips. First it was Istanbul and a week ago, I came back from a fast and furious-style roadtrip through France and Italy.