The soul of patience, Lourmarin.

We were all sticking our noses into Lourmarin shops on a non-market day and Ian waited for us.

Ian in the cathedral in Albi

 The statue couldn't make eye contact after seeing Ian's abs.

Three patient people, Aix

 We went to  the Cezanne exhibit in Aix en Provence yesterday and for the second year in a row, I showed up at a museum with a Swiss army knife in my pocket. And I had to leave it at the entrance. Nobody was pleased with me. This was taken as i retrieved it while we were ready to go to lunch.

Ian and Josylin at the Thursday social in Saignon

Practicing speaking with their hands

 

Les Petanquistes

Viviane, Robert and Ian after a tense match.
 

The Three Stooges.....at rest

 

Ian, Robert, Vivienne, Saignon

 Two of the leading troublemakers in all of The Luberon

Jane and Ian, Saignon

 This is the way all of us husbands feel about our wives at one time or another.

Petanque, Saignon

The all-important measurement. 
 

Ian tries a whopper. We ate a great lunch at L'Estrade in St Saturnin and Ian was waxing lyrical.

 

Gruffalo, Goult

Our friends, Paul Rawcliffe and Joanna Dobson, have two lovely, lively, smart and funny girls. They named Ian the Gruffalo from a children's book. He has relaxed into the part.

The Saignon Skulker.

Inspecteur des Peches, Lourmarin

Every Friday we go to the Lourmarin market. Ian and I drop the two Janes off to cruise the market and we park the car and gofer a walk in the hills around Lourmarin. I said that these trees looked like peaches, which aren't grown here much. He said plums. I said that the two trees looked very similar, so he went into the field to inspect. They are peaches.

Apero party, our first week here.

 It is a tradition here to have people over for "aperos" which are meant to be a few nibbles and a glass of wine before dinner. Here it means a table groaning with food and some wine, augmented by every guest as they arrive. We had our friends, Ian and Jane over and were joined by our neighbors, Mary and Frederic and a new friend, Elio. Three hours and 6 bottles of wine later, aperos were over and everyone was happy.

A good laugh.