A day spent in the car with the dog in toe...
The wind was blowing very hard all day.
I always imagined grapevines to be much larger.
Terracotta coloured earth...
Way up to Gordes over looking the Val of Ghosts...
I had intended to share with you my trip to the only other shop here in St-Rémy that carries knitting supplies. However, to my dismay the owner was having himself a snack of La Vache Enragée and to make a long story short, I left his shop after his making a completely (in english) humiliating scene in front of the few other customers that arrived with me. That was that. It ruined my Mother's Day. I never understood why the French were generally considered to be rude and ignorant people but after today, I realize first hand that it only takes one crazy bastard like this to give a terrible impression of the Country and its Folk. Luckily, I know and love many French people, my own ancesters come from Normandie.
Que le Diable l'Emporte. Il est un trou de cul!