We began our hunt in a darling little village called Lourmarin. As we parked the car it began to rain,
Our light heads soon turned into heavy stomachs, and after an entire day in the car, with shaky knees and sighs of relief, we returned to the cottage and piled out of the car. While Sujata napped, Joey wished for his pillow but accompanied me to finally explore the tiny town where we'd been staying all week. It didn't take long to walk through Vauvenargues (pronounced Voo-ven-ahg) and find the 17th-century Chateau of Vauvenargues, burial site of Pablo Picasso.
|Chateau of Vauvenargues|