We are in Saignon, in Provence, for the thirteenth time in thirteen years. This is our journal and photo album. I have now added posts from our home in North Florida.
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Chez Christine is the heart and soul of our village. All gossip, news and meetings happen here in the morning, over a croissant, sacristain, palmier to jesuite and a cup of tea or coffee. Christine is the center of it all. Laurent is the manager of the newly opened Auberge du Presbytere in the fountain square a great place for and apero in the afternoon.
These vines flower every Autumn. They are tough and have nice leaves. These buds are the start of the flowering and look to me like the shots from the telescopes in space. Many new galaxies forming. Soon the will be even more spectacular.
These are, to me, the best melons anywhere, that I have ever tasted. They are related to cantaloupes but are like a distilled version. Sweet and fresh.
There is a great little mini produce market in Apt that has beautiful fruits and veggies. During the hotter months they rig this up to protect the product.
Our friend Fredo and his wife Mary have finished their dining, garden, sun room after years of perfectionist effort. Fredo, whose smoking is severely frowned upon has a special chair under a chimney where he can roll one and have a smoke.
Ian and Jane gave us a basket of figs from their tree. Lovely, huge and ripe. I found a recipe involving sprinkling some sugar on the halved figs and using a little creme brûlée torch on them. Being one torch short, I sautéed them and served them with this lovely burrata. Oh wow!
