First day of Spring. Oh yeah? 2.9 overnight on the terrace. All shutters are closed as soon as darkness falls in an attempt to keep in the warmth. This works a treat in the bedrooms, which are a haven of cosiness all day. But it continues dry with a bitter north westerly.
Wednesday being Malaucène day we went out for a bit of human bustle. But oh what a reduced market it was. Scarcely any but the most regular of stalls. Folks muffled up in padded jackets and woolly hats. Except for this hardy young soul at our bar. He must be from Newcastle.
Had a wander round the scruffy but rapidly being done up old village. Marvelled once again at the ancient plane trees lining the perimeter. A couple of giants had been felled and their shorn off bases showed signs of rot and disease. It’s very worrying...these trees are so old and so iconic, what will happen if they all take sick?
We did manage to find some shelter and warm sun at the back of the bar terrasse and warmed our hands on iffy coffee. It varies in quality here but we like the place. And down on the Tourist Office wall our spirits were lifted by this fine doodle do. A prize-winning piece no less!
