Traces of Gordes
It was summer 2014 when we made our dream of travelling to Provence come true. Time in Provence formed a significant part of our grand summer journey which took us by train all the way from Barcelona down to the South of Italy.
Pekka had a sweet idea of renting bikes for exploring Provence. But after a bit of research we soon realised that it won’t really work out. In Provence you need a car – or a nice bunch of banknotes for taxis – to travel around. Plus you better prepare yourself with at least basic skills in French as English is not in the norm for the local. Luckily, we told about our Provence plans to my close friend living with a french-speaking Belgian boyfriend, who happens to love to drive. And they loved the idea of joining the trip, voilà!
Believe me, making a road trip can’t get better than when sharing the moments with your good friends in the most scenic region of France. Our 45-minute route through and across hilltops, vineyards and budding lavender fields took us from Avignon to Gordes.
People say that Gordes is the tourist Mecca of Provence, but we didn’t really meet the crowds. We visited Gordes twice during our 4-day stay in Provence, and only the Tuesday market added some bustle and cheerfulness to the otherwise quiet life of the tiny village. The residents of Gordes, known as Gordiens, were kind and friendly, and seemed not to be bothered by us or our fellow travellers.
Strolling through the village’s ancient hamlets. Picking small pastries from tiny bakeries, grabbing coffees from quiet cafés, browsing in and out small newspaper-and-tobacco stores and just letting yourself be there. That, I think, is the best way to experience the exceptional traces of Gordes.