Saturday, September 25, 2010
W e c r o s s e d o v e r t h e A l p s t o d a y
Friday, September 24, 2010
A day near Arles -- The Côtes du Rhône & The Luberon
Je m'apelle Pierre.
The other day I came across two young travellers. We drank wine and discussed cheese in a small café. As the candles began to burn down we recalled stories of travel and shared laughs late into the night. This is their story.
On Wednesday the 23rd of September, Claude and his father, Jean-Luc, set out in a car to see the sights of southern France.
The air was fresh and the sun was just over the treetops as the two men set out. They headed out of town with the windows down and one of Vivaldi's concertos boppin' from the speakers. The Oracle, Rick Steves, had said that they must start by seeing a ruin of a Roman aqueduct.* After a quick drive, they arrived on a single-lane country road and soon were there. The two lads walked along the ruin for a bit and Claude even managed to climb it. They didn't stay long as the mosquitos were mounting in number and were beginning to swarm.
Once back in the car, they set their sights on the town of Les Baux.** They wiggled and wound along the road, when all a sudden Claude called out, "Oo la la!" Jean-Luc pulled over, looked out the window, and to his disbelief, saw a stunning view. On a distant hill stood the outline of a large ruin.*** "We must go there," Claude pronounced in juvenile excitement.
"The Oracle**** has told me it is cursed and will disappoint you," Jean-Luc replied, but even he knew there wasn't much truth in The Oracle's words this time. He made a quick left and was soon on the road to the rocky ruin. They arrived, and with the entrance fee paid, they were now within the stony walls.
They saw the crypt, some weird-looking tombs carved into the bedrock, and some other giant halls. Claude and Jean-Luc***** then climbed the watchtower and marvelled at the view.
The fields of mustard spread below them as if the ground were bread, and the trees and roads were mere olives and ham. This made Claude hungry, so they descended the tower and left.
Once on the road again they drove, not really knowing where they were headed; but they both knew food must be had. The Oracle was not to be trusted anymore******. The road began to head up into the hills and hairpin turn followed hairpin turn as they got higher and higher. The rock face towered down on them as they passed little mountain towns.
They wanted to stop and eat but could not find any place to park, with all the spots taken by the early tourists. They began to descend the slopes and were soon weaving their way through the grape fields.
Shortly after, they found themselves in Isle-sur-la-Sorgue. Jean-Luc decided to consult The Oracle for a nice food place, and they headed off in the direction of a café that was recommended. They got lost.******* That was strike three for The Oracle, so Claude insisted on the pizza joint that was just up the street from them. They both ordered pizzas and beer and a jolly time ensued. The pizza later came back to haunt Jean-Luc, but that's a story for another day.
They walked through the town after lunch and admired all the little canals and waterways. A true sight to behold. Jean-Luc then spotted a bookstore and the mood quickly turned sour.
"Ah! Come on!!!" Claude cried.
"Maps! I need maps!" retorted Jean-Luc.
Claude was insulted. "I am the map," he sniffled.
Maps were bought and no hard feelings were had in the end, and they set out once more.
They came across the town of Vaucluse******** but the tourists damned it as well. They took a small nap in the parking lot there and were back on the winding road shortly.
They passed farms and wineries and fields of what they thought were pears, all the while dipping and diving in and out of valleys.********* They passed a city on a hill********** that looked frozen in time but with ruins of towers and walls shooting out of the sheer rock face. It too was now ruined by tourists, so they kept driving and found themselves in the city of Roussillon. It too was on top of a hill, which was ochre red. They admired it for a bit and decided to head home. It had been a long day.***********
*The remains of the Roman aqueduct at Barbegal, just outside Fontvieille.
** They never did make it to Les Baux.
***This refers to the Abbey of Mountmajeur, which Rick Steves calls "a brooding hulk of a ruin. Today, the vacant abbey church is a massive example of Romanesque architecture and an overpriced sight." It was 0,50€ cheaper than in Rick's book, so maybe he might have thought it was not overpriced now. He goes on to say, "Film buffs will appreciate the sight as the setting for The Lion in Winter. The surrounding fields were a favourite of Van Gogh's . . . ."
****The Oracle is, of course, Rick Steves.
*****This was his first climb of the trip, and he felt fine afterwards (and during).
******by Claude
*******Actually, Claude got hungry before they got there.
********Actually, they headed for it. It was the home of one of Jean-Luc's boyhood heroes, Francesco Petrarch. The Oracle calls it "the most overrated sight in France." But Jean-Luc was glad he had seen it.
*********Anyone who remembers Godard's 1967 film, Week End, would recognize the scenery. Straight-as-an-arrow country lanes lined with gorgeous trees (but without the violent carnage of automobile accidents strewing the shoulders as in the film -- not unexpected, given the French style of driving).
**********Gordes
***********Two captivating sites the two men had had to forego were the Museum of Lavender and the Museum of Porcelain.