Bonjour de Menerbes! After two plane rides, several hours of delayed flights, major sleep deprivation, and a crazy rental car ride to our little Luberon mountain-top oasis in Provence, we installed ourselves happily in our new home for the next two weeks, enjoying a wonderfully local lunch of rotisserie chicken, olives, roasted new potatoes, cheese, baguette, rose from the region, and $40/pound nougat with dried strawberries.
Maceo adjusted very quickly to the time change in France and life in a 3-story stone house nestled along the mountains in a town that is almost painfully picturesque. He adopted his new 'barrister walk' as we like to say. Hands behind his back, deep look of contemplation on this face, and pacifier studiously chomped on. Maceo could play for hours on this terrace that allows him to point endlessly at the doves around the yard and in the trees along the mountain and a spacious wrought-iron railing perfect for throwing his lunch over. We all like life in France. For different reasons.
We are placing a bet on the number of bottles of wine we'll have consumed within two weeks time. My money is on 15 bottles. That's two a day plus one extra for our last night which will merit greater wine consumption.
Did we mention there's a pool on the ground level of the house? Someone loves the pool and someone loves streaking through the house a bit nude after the pool.
This is the view from our house when you step out onto the street. Maurice walks on ahead as we took a lovely, slow-paced stroll through the tiny town of Menerbes on our first day.
Three generations of Man-ra-loewen-hans!
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| Maceo almost joined a different family when we were sightseeing.
Luckily, he remembered who gave him sesame stick snacks on the plan. |
Maceo eats his first of many pain au chocolats at the Paris airport. We plan on making him super French by trip's end. Sans any pretension but with a great palate.
