The Picnic

I remember that picnic in Provence. Two daughters, my husband and I. We'd spent the day exploring, by car, the twisting vista rich roads of the South of France and hunger was fast approaching. Lavender fields competed with sunflowers in beauty and quantity. Our hearts were full, but our stomaches needed some attention. We drove into the cobbled streets, parked the rental car and begin the exploration of the enchanting town of Sault, Provence.

Boulle players, quietly discussing their art, bikers in tight outfits, lounging around for a mid-day rest and refueling of their human machines during this time of the Tour de France. Bikers were everywhere during our stay in France.