If someone tells you that Provence is not beautiful, don't believe them. Once you get down from the highway, you will find out what you are involved in from the first kilometers. I had the urge to go inside people's houses, to talk to them and to drink their wine and eat their cheese. Of course, I refrained myself from doing so, as far as I could, because it is improper to disturb the idyll and to knock on the doors. But every gravel path to the next chateau is calling you.
In this regard, I have to tell you that in Provence, you'd better have a driver or travel by train, for example. The reason is that there are wine tasting parties everywhere and the people from each next village will want to prove to you that
their wine is better. Even the Mayor can appear out of the blue with a bottle of Rose and two glasses.
And the food is splendid. They eat tomatoes with cheese, but not just like this, as we do – they put it in the oven for a few minutes with some olive oil, basil, rosemary, curcuma, truffles and lavender oil. And there is not just one type of cheese – there are at least four, and the name of the whole dish becomes something of 6-7 words. As you may guess, it disappears the moment you take a look at it.
And in one of the chateaus I saw a picture of Picasso painting the chateau.