We’ve sold our house in Aix-en-Provence and bought a house, surrounded by vineyards, in the countryside south of Aix. Call it a mid-life crisis or empty-nest syndrome if you will–our 20-year-old daughter has lived in London for two years. But we also saw it as a chance to live in the country, and to reduce our mortgage (houses are cheaper the further away you get from prestigious Aix).
We can’t move into the new home until the end of July; so we’re in a rented apartment in a stunning hilltop village, La Cadière d’Azur. Much lesser known than its neighbor, Le Castellet (stay away, unless you enjoy phony villages where no one lives anymore; the boutiques all sell identical tacky souvenirs; and the restaurants serve you up a delicious frozen, and then microwaved, meal). And you have to park in the official parking lot; after doing a tour of fifteen minutes, I was amazed that I owed the town € 3,40 for the pleasure.
The sun has finally come out, and so I walked around La Cadière this afternoon with a camera around my neck.
Notice all of the benches; there must be fifty in this small village. In Aix there were fewer: poor form for a city ten times (or more) the size of La Cadière. In Aix, you had to race if you saw a free spot on a bench. High school and university students were usually reduced to sitting on steps to eat their sandwiches. I admire a place where you don’t have to order a drink for the right to sit down.
More photos to come!