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Day 6 Moustiers-Sainte-Marie to Riez

Recounting our 2002 journey, a 6 day walk from Saint-André-les-Alpes to Riez in Southern France...

Day 6
Sept 24, 2002

Our hotel Le Relais gave us again the best breakfast we a have had on this trip--yogurt, bananas, apricots, breads, toasts, jams, corn flakes, cheese, ham, croissants etc...no wonder we stayed two days!

After breakfast we bought items for a lunch and headed out of town at about 9:15.


Very soon we started a long gradual climb that led us up onto the vast Valensole Plateau, walking past lavender fields, no longer in bloom, as the sun blazed high in the sky.
A look back at Lac de Sainte-Croix and the mouth of the Verdon Gorge.  The high ridge is the one we followed from La Palud to Moustiers-Sainte-Marie two days before.
All in all in was a pretty ordinary day, unlike some of the previous days.  We stopped for coffee in the tiny village of Roumoules and then it was on to Riez, arriving in the late afternoon.  We found a hotel, The Claria and Dave and Dianne bathed and snoozed, while Cheryl and I checked out the town.  There are some remarkable Roman columns in a small park, the remains of a temple erected in the 1st century A.D.  The town has an attractive old town centre with narrow winding streets and pastel painted houses.


We bought some cheese and wine, which we enjoyed on our patio and then roused Dave and Dianne and took them down to admire the Roman columns.  We had an early dinner of pizza at the hotel next door and then it was early to bed.  We had to catch an early 6am bus in the morning to Aix-en-Provence and then train to Paris for our flight home.

This marked the end of another fun adventure exploring a small corner of Provence and we went home fulfilled from this trip, but looking forward to where the trail would lead us next time. 


Moustiers-Sainte-Marie

Recounting our 2002 journey, a 6 day walk from Saint-André-les-Alpes to Riez in Southern France... 
Moustiers circa 1800.  Attributed to Jean-Antoine Constantin
Rest Day in Moustiers-Sainte-Marie
Sept 23, 2002

We decided that Moustiers-Sainte-Marie seemed like an interesting enough destination that we would spend an extra day here, rather than hurrying on our way this morning. The hotel said there would be no problem with having us stay over, so we stayed and explored the town, lingering over café au laits and tasting the gelato.

The extra day resulted in a newspaper article awhile later...

The Miracles of Moustiers

 By

 Sam Frederick
We are foot weary and far from our homeland when we arrive in Moustiers Sainte-Marie, a tiny village tucked up against the French Alps. Our feet are weary because, like pilgrims of old, we have walked some 16 kilometres to be here, hoofing our way along the edge of the French Alps, from the neighbouring village of La Palud.
Walking into the village, we are met with a labyrinth of narrow winding streets, lined with cafes and shops selling mainly souvenirs and crafts. 
Picturesque, vine covered buildings cling to the side of a ravine, begging to have their picture taken. The ravine, a natural cleft through the center of the village, is home to the river Maire, as it tumbles and cascades its way under bridges and walkways.
When we see the “gold star of Moustiers,” hanging suspended from a chain above the village, we know that we have arrived in a special place.

Extraordinary happenings during the middle ages had made Moustiers a popular pilgrimage destination. Miracles, attributed to the Virgin, had occurred here at an alarming rate – so much so, that in 1363 the bishop of nearby Riez sent an envoy to conduct an investigation. The most common miracles involved “suscitations,” whereby stillborn children were briefly resurrected for baptism. The municipal archive records 131 suscitations for the years 1669 – 1670 alone.
Perhaps it was with this in mind that we decided to approach Moustiers humbly – on foot.

We were staying in the neighbouring village of La Palud, a climbing mecca, for those wishing to test themselves on the nearby 450 meter limestone cliffs. Our walking route took us along the GR4, a popular hiking trail that follows a forested ridge between the two villages. We had booked a hotel in Moustiers for overnight, threw some food and clothes in a pack for the journey, and were off. At 16 kilometres, we estimated that it would take us six or seven hours – so we brought along a bottle of wine too, in case we were in need of a little suscitation ourselves, on the way!


Our ridge took us up along the edge of the French Alps, with the vast Valensole Plateau opening up before us.


Moustiers Sainte-Marie sits in the enviable position of being the gateway to both the French Alps to the east and the lavender fields to the west.
Above the Verdon River Gorge
As well, it sits at the gaping mouth of the Verdon River Gorge, the largest and most spectacular gorge system in Europe – often referred to as the French Grand Canyon.  (For my story on the Verdon River Gorge see here).



From Moustiers, in the summer, you can drive across the Plateau de Valensole and let the scents and sights of lavender fields pervade your senses, exploring towns, chateaus, and Roman ruins as you go.


To the west, the French Alps and the Verdon River Gorge beckon. A winding highway, complete with hairpin turns, snakes its way along both the north and south banks of the Verdon Gorge for 130 kilometres, with many spectacular viewpoints and points of interest.


White water rafting and kayaking, parasailing, hiking, and rock climbing are just some of the adventurous methods for exploring this natural wonder.


With all this going for it you would expect Moustiers to be a popular tourist destination – and it is! Traffic jams and crowds are the order of the day during the summer. The best time to visit is during the off-season.


Our hike took us along hillsides of grazing sheep and goats. Beautiful, turquoise-blue Lac de Sainte-Croix provided a scenic backdrop for a picnic lunch. Descending past giant limestone crags and hoodoos, we arrived in Moustiers at the end of a long day.


Like many villages in the south of France, Moustiers Sainte-Marie occupies a defensive position, huddled up against rocky cliffs and towering limestone minarets, daring anyone to attack it. Its dramatic setting looks like an artist’s fanciful impression of how and where a village should be: if it wasn’t already here, it would have been necessary to invent it.
Monks originally settled here in 432 A.D., living in caves high above the village. Here they built the first of the many chapels that have occupied the site over the years. The present chapel dates from the 12th century and can be reached by a winding cobblestone path from the village below.


From the open window of our hotel room, the view takes in the chapel, as well as a 12th century church across the courtyard form our hotel. The church has a 14th century bell tower and inside is an alter with a 5th century carved sarcophagus.


Most intriguing of all is the gold star of Moustiers that hangs above the village. The star is the symbol of a vow made by a crusading knight. Captured and imprisoned by the Saracens, during the Seventh Crusade in 1249, Blacas d’Aups made a vow to the Virgin, that should he ever see his family and homeland again, he would hang a chain and silver star above his village.


Blacas was eventually released from prison, and the knight, true to his vow, did hang a chain and silver star, suspended between two rocky peaks, above the village. The star has a history of its own. Stolen during the Wars of Religion in the 16th century, it was eventually replaced with a metal one. That one too, suffering the ravages of time, has been replaced along with the chain, several times -- most recently, in 1995, when the chain snapped during a storm and the star fell into the ravine below.
The Gold Star of Moustiers suspended over Moustiers
More than anything else, though, Moustiers is known for its glazed ceramics, referred to as faiences. It was here, in 1668, that a local potter, Pierre Clerissy, learned the secret glaze from an Italian monk and began producing wares of exceptional quality that caught the eye of Louis XIV.



Soon, the demand for Moustiers faience spread through the aristocracy and by the middle of the eighteenth century more than a dozen workshops were operating in the village.


The French and Industrial Revolutions changed all that, however. As Moustiers’ wealthy cliental faced the guillotine, the demand for faience gradually diminished – and with the advent of industrial manufacture it withered completely. The last traditional kiln closed down in 1874.


Marcel Provence revived the craft in 1926 using traditional methods. Today there are about twenty shops operating in the village, making reproductions of old faience, as well as new creations. The Musee de la Faience located in a medieval crypt in the heart of the village houses some 300 works from 1680 to the present.


The morning following our arrival we followed the cobblestone path, as so many have done before us, to the tiny chapel above the village. Here, above the red roofs of Moustiers, with the French Alps clustered at our backs and the vast Valensole Plateau spread out before us, it is easy to understand an imprisoned knight’s yearning. Like Blaucas, before us, we make a vow to return.



IF YOU GO



Moustiers Sainte-Marie can be reached from Nice or Marseilles by bus or car. Nice is the closest avenue of approach (150 km. approx. 2 ½ hours).





SPECIAL EVENTS



A pilgrimage to the chapel above the village for high mass takes place each year, on the weekend following Easter, with villagers dressed in 18th century costume. A daybreak mass is also celebrated on Sept. 8th, the day of the birth of the Virgin, with musicians playing fife and drum and leading a pre-dawn torchlight procession.



HOTELS


La Bastide de Moustiers


Le Relais

© 2004 Sam Frederick 


Originally published in the Vancouver Sun, May 2004
 

Day 2 Castellane to Chasteuil

Recounting our 2002 journey, a 6 day walk from Saint-André-les-Alpes to Riez in Southern France...

Day 2
Sept 19, 2002

There was no big hurry to leave this morning as we only had 10 km to Chasteuil, so we wandered around the village to start with, looking for somewhere else to find breakfast than our hotel.  We were hoping to find something else besides the usual croissants and baguettes, but had no luck so it was back to the hotel...for croissants and baguettes.  We shopped for some lunch items for a picnic on the way and then were ready to go.
With some wine for the trail Cheryl is ready to go
Ready to leave Castellane in the morning

Castellane sits in a valley, unlike many villages that occupy easily fortified hilltops.  But such was not always the case.  The clifftop in the background of the picture on the left depicts the Chapel Nôtre-Dame-du-Rock sitting on it's summit.  At one time a Roman fort occupied this spot, alonside the Roman settlement of Petra Castellana, but in the fourteenth century the inhabitants abandoned the rock and moved into the settlement below.

Castellane sits on the Route Napoleon, which follows the route Napoleon took on his march from Elba to Grenoble.  On April 3rd Napoleon arrived in Castellane and rode right through the center of town, where we are pictured.




Heading out of town on the GR4


We left Castellane in the late morning and followed the Gr4 out of the town and up a gradual incline.  In the valley below was the Verdon River.  The scenery today was much more spectacular that the previous day.  And because we had time we stopped for a leisurely picnic lunch, accompanied by a bottle of good Cote du Rhone wine.

Spectacular scenery on the way
Approaching Chasteuil
Chasteuil Chambres
et Table d'Hôtes 
Chasteuil Bed & Breakfast Inn


Chasteuil is only a small hamlet, comprised of only about 20 people when we were there.  We were greeted by Nancy and Pascal upon entering Chasteuil, who have wonderful restored home in this 16th century hamlet that they operate as a Bed and Breakfast Gite.   They only have five rooms and because we were a last minute booking the four of us would have to share a room with a double bed and two singles.  A coin toss, that I luckily won, decided who would get the double bed.

There was a pottery shop in Chateuil when we there, operated by a husband and wife, who also also served café au lait and some snacks.  We sat outside sipping our drinks and then went back in and admired the owner's collection of ancient rifles and pistols.  He brought down several and showed them to us.  Not far away, in a courtyard, a game of boules was being played. 

Meanwhile back at the Gite, we chatted with Nancy, who was putting up her hand made soap.  Nancy is originally from San Francisco and Pascal is a qualified stone mason, and they both have stories to tell. 

Afterwards Nancy and Pascal served us apertifs before dinner, our first taste of pastis, which would definitely have to be an acquired taste.  For dinner Pascal served, what was called a tomato soup, but was more like a rich stew than a soup and very delicious, accompanied by bread, of course.  The French have a love affair with bread, which has endured for centuries, and will no doubt endure for many more.  Following this was a plate of cheese, another French passion, and an apple pie for dessert, all accompanied by wine, of course.  There were 11 of us sitting around the table that night, including Pascal, and the conversation flowed from French to English and back again, and Pascal kept both the wine and the conversation flowing, interpreting where necessary between the 11 of us.  The candlelight flickered on the walls and outside a full moon rose over the hamlet.  It was a magical scene and I am sure only one of many that this room has seen.

Nancy and Pascal are still receiving travellers from around the world and judging from the reviews on TripAdvisor there are still a lot of satisfied visitors stopping by Chasteuil Chambres et Table d’Hôtes. 

Day 1 Saint André-les-Alpes to Castellane

In 2002 we went to Europe for our third walking holiday.  We mapped out a route from Saint André-les-Alpes to Riez, which looked like it would be an interesting route, featuring a hike through the Verdon River Gorge and a stopover in the pilgrimage destination of Moustiers-Sainte-Marie.  Much of the walk would be on the GR4 hiking route.

Day 1  
Sept 18, 2002

Lac de Castillon between Saint André-les-Alpes and Castellane
Travelling with our friends, Dave and Dianne, we took the TGV (high speed train) from Paris to Nice and then went to another train station a few blocks away and caught the Train des Pignes, the narrow gauge railroad that would take us to St. André.  The train travels through many tunnels at it climbs its way through mountain passes and along side rushing rivers.  It is a beautiful and scenic ride in itself and if time had allowed we would have stopped in the fortified village of Entrevaux.

We had booked accommodation the family run Le Clair Logis and our hostess, a dear lady, met us at the station in St. Andre and drove us to the Logis.  It had been a long day of travel and the next day would be a long day on the trail, so we retired to bed early after a very good meal.

The next morning we were up at 7 and met for a breakfast of croissants and baguettes accompanied by jam and, of course, café au lait.
Breakfast at Le Clair Logis



After breakfast we had a quick look around the town while we gathered our lunch supplies.  Saint André-les-Alpes is a popular destination not only for the hiking it has to offer, but for bothhang-gliding and paragliding, as well as fishing in Lac de Castillon.
Cheryl ready to go in the morning
Hiking out of St. Andre























Leaving Saint André-les-Alpes we ventured out of town following the well marked trail (this first part the route to Castellane was not on the GR4).  We very soon started climbing and in no time at all had splendid views of Lac de Castillon and the beautifully situated village of Saint-Julien-du-Verdon, huddled up on its shores.

The route was both interesting and challenging at times...

Refilling water bottles along the way


At the end of a long day we arrived in Castellane and booked into an adequate hotel, where we ate a mediocre meal.  We phoned ahead to Point Sublime see if we could get into the  Auberge du Point Sublime for the next day, but they were full (they only have 13 rooms), and they are the only place to stay, but we could get in there on the day after, so we booked that instead.  That means that we will have two short days to get there.  We found a little place on the way called Chastieul, only 10 km away, that had rooms for us, so that is where we will be headed tomorrow.

Hiking the Verdon River Gorge


 A few years ago we mapped out a walking route in the  Haute Provence in Southern France from St. Andre-les-Alpes to the town of Riez.  It looked like it would be an interesting route and would take us from the city of Nice on a narrow gauge railway to St. Andre and would include a walk through the spectacular Verdon River Gorge and a stopover in the pilgrimage destination of Moustiers-Stainte-Marie.  I wrote a couple of newspaper articles detailing the day hiking the Gorge and another article on the destination of Moustiers.  Following this posting I will give a more detailed daily account of our six day walk from St. Andre to Riez.

Hiking the Verdon River Gorge

 By

 Sam Frederick

There are several adventurous methods for exploring the Verdon River Gorge, the largest and most spectacular gorge system in Europe -- a 50 kilometre rift in the floor of Southern France-- often referred to as the French Grand Canyon: You can negotiate the Verdon River by rubber raft or kayak and contemplate the 700 meter cliffs towering above you; or you can don a wetsuit and a helmet and, using an adapted surfboard, swim your way downriver

If you want something even more imaginative, try canyoning (a combination of rappelling and white-water swimming); or try “flotting” a local sport, in which you float down river, feet first, with a specially designed inflatable backpack. Tour operators will provide you with whatever you need.  Or, to see it all from above, try paragliding, or bungee jumping from the highest bungee jumping bridge in Europe.

For ourselves, we were using a more traditional method—our feet! We were hiking a section of the canyon, from Point Sublime to La Maline, 14 kilometres of narrow ledges, steep drop offs, tunnels, staircases, and overhangs, which would provide adventure enough for the four of us.

The Canyon du Verdon had its beginnings 200 million years ago, during the Mesozoic Era. During that time a foundation of limestone was laid down as all of Provence was covered by sea. Gradually, the land arose, sending water cascading over what would later become the Alps. Then, as the Alps formed, a great crack, or rift, was formed in the plateau, providing a bed for the Verdon River and creating the birth of a natural wonder.
Thus it was that 60 million years later we could sit above it all, eating crepes and admiring the view.

We had arrived at the little village of Rougon, with two objects in mind: To taste the famous crepes we had heard so much of and to contemplate the Gorge from high above. The next morning we would be descending into its depths.

Above the village of Rougon

The first historical mention of Rougon is in the year 814, but its roots go back, possibly much longer. Today the village boasts a population of only 85. And yet, it was there at the Creperie Le Mur D’Abeilles, that we sunk our teeth into some of the finest crepes we had ever tasted. To classify their crepes as merely exquisite would be an understatement; and to imagine that these creations could come from this small unassuming stone building, clinging tenaciously to, seemingly, the edge of the world, defied logic. Sitting on the patio sipping our second café au lait, we knew that whatever the future held, we could die happy.

We had arrived in Rougon from the neighbouring village of Chasteuil, as part of a village to village walk we were doing across Southern France. With our appetites sated, we set out on the old Roman road once more and descended another three kilometres to Point Sublime, where we would be spending the night. There is only one 15 room hotel at Point Sublime and not much of anything else. If you plan on spending the night here you must have a reservation. The hotel itself has a cozy feel to it and a fine patio; a good place to pour over your maps while sipping wine or sharing a beer.

Point Sublime is a popular stop for tourists driving the Canyon Rim Route and one of many spectacular viewpoints overlooking the Gorge. After checking into our rooms, we ventured out and mingled with those stopping for the jaw dropping view and took in another preview of what lay before us. For most, looking would be enough to satisfy their senses, but not for us. For us it would have all the charm of gazing at a crepe and not tasting its delights. On the morrow we would taste.  At dinner that night in the crowded hotel dinning room, we met other guests who also would be venturing into the canyon the next day. An Englishman from Manchester and a French couple we met would be busing out from the hotel in the morning and would be hiking back along the same section as us only in the opposite direction. We agreed to watch for each other on the trail and compare notes.

The trail that we would be following is known as the Sentier Martel and is named after the French speleologist, Edouard-Alfred Martel, who, along with his companions, made the first complete descent into the canyon, as recently as 1905. No road access until the 1920’s had left this a wild, untamed land. With ropes, cameras, and collapsible canoes it took them three and a half days.

Martel would later describe it: “The Grand Canyon of the Verdon is an incomparable marvel…without a second in Europe. In truth, the most American of all the canyons in the Old World, and I have not changed my mind after seeing the Grand Canyon of the Colorado.”

The next morning, with a packed lunch, courtesy of the hotel, we set off into the early morning fog and began the 180 meter descent to the canyon floor. The fog quickly broke and the vistas opened up before us, as a series of switchbacks drew us ever downward.

Point Sublime marks the beginning of the Grand Canyon section of the Verdon Gorge. It is the American Grand Canyon in miniature, compressed into a more compact, more manageable, size – 21 kilometres of towering limestone cliffs, up to 700 meters in height, made all the more impressive by its narrow width, from 6 meters to 100 meters wide at its base and 200 to 1500 meters wide at its rim. The emerald green Verdon River, tumultuous at times, threads its way westward though this maze of canyons, and canyons within canyons, until spilling into beautiful azure coloured Lac de Sainte-Croix.

Entering the Gorge
As we followed the trail along the canyon floor, we encountered our first staircase and ladder that led to the first of three tunnels we would be encountering. A flashlight is required to navigate the tunnel sections. There are a total of seven tunnels through the Grand Canyon section, part of an ambitious scheme one hundred years ago to dam the Verdon. The work was interrupted by World War II and thankfully abandoned afterwards.

An opening cut in the wall of one of the tunnels leads to an interesting side trip. By descending a vertiginous ladder (not recommended with those with a fear of heights), adventurous travellers can discover the Baume aux Pigeons, a large cavern, measuring 60 meters high and 110 meters wide, its large yawning mouth seeming to swallow the Verdon River.

Once past the tunnels, the trail continued to cling to the side of the limestone cliffs, as it sometimes descended to the river and then climbed back up to mid-wall in roller coaster fashion. In some places the trail has been literally cut into the cliff face. At the precarious points fixed ropes aided our journey.

Along the way we met other wayfarers going in the opposite direction and eventually were delighted to see the Englishman and the French couple from the night before. We exchanged greetings and after the brief encounter wished each other a “bon voyage”.

A beach on the canyon floor provided a breathtaking backdrop for lunch and a respite from the rigors of the trail. The cooling waters of the Verdon proved too much temptation for one of us, who stripped down and tested its icy waters. Afterwards, lolling in the warmth of the sun, the four of us shared a bottle of wine and toasted the journey thus far.
Cooling off in the Verdon River Gorge
 All too soon it was time to leave and continue weaving our way along the canyon walls once more. At one point a steep bluff is reached by ascending a series of six ladders, encompassing 252 steps, only to be followed by a steep descent on the other side.

Eventually, we could see our destination for the day: Chalet de la Maline, a refuge operated by the French Alpine Club. From here we would be able to get a bus to take us to the village of La Palud and our hotel for the night. The refuge twinkled high above us teasing us with its illusionary closeness, but all the while remaining tantalizingly out of reach. We were at the mercy of the trail, however, as it switchbacked its way up the cliff face, meandering around prominent bluffs, ascending ever so slowly.

Clouds had rolled in by now and large drops of rain smacked us and thunder rolled around the sky, as nature let us know who was really in control here. We donned our gore-tex jackets as the deluge hit. It took us another 30 minutes to reach the refuge.

Once inside we changed into warm clothes and consumed various liquids to replenish our drained and depleted bodies. The entire hike, including lunch, had taken us 8 hours. That evening we ate an elegant dinner at our hotel in La Palud and toasted our accomplishments and our continuing journey. Had we really done it all and seen it all in a single day? Apparently not. In the words of Edouard-Alfred Martel, “It would take at least twenty trips through the canyon to dare claim to have seen it!”

IF YOU GO

The closest airport is Nice, a 2 hour drive from the village of La Palud. To reach La Palud from Nice, head north on N85 until you reach the town of Castellane. From there follow D952 and watch for signs for Gorges du Verdon, Point Sublime, and La Palud.

The Sentier Martel Trail is one of several trails through the Grand Canyon of the Verdon. There are many different trails on both the north and south sides of the canyon. Popular starting points are at both Point Sublime and La Maline on the south side, and at Hotel du Grand Canyon on the north.

WHEN TO GO

Summers can be brutally hot, turning the Gorge into an oven. Spring and fall provide the mildest temperatures.

WHERE TO STAY

Point Sublime has little to recommend itself other than the view and the hotel.

Three kilometres above the hotel is the tiny village of Rougon with the highly recommended Creperie, which also has a ten room B&B.

LA Palud is a favourite of both hikers and climbers. The Gorge has 933 climbing routes and is only a five minute drive away. La Palud has everything you would expect from a tiny French village: a bakery, a bar, fine restaurants, groceries, and plenty of accommodation, including campgrounds. It even has a climbing shop. This would make a fine base from which to further explore the canyon.

HOTELS

Point Sublime: L'auberge du Point Sublime

La Palud: Hotel des Gorges du Verdon

  Le Provence

Le Perroquet

CREPES

Creperie Le Muir d’Abeilles in Rougon

 © 2005 Sam Frederick

Originally Published in the Vancouver Province July 2005

Journey Through The Luberon Part 3 (Recounting our 2001 Trip)

Following the red and yellow

In the Country of the Marquis de Sade


We woke up this morning in Roussillon and after some discussion we agreed that we would walk to Bonnieux.  The weather continued warm as we walked across the pleasant valley that separates these two villages.  We were following our IGN maps and the red and yellow marks that pointed the way.


We arrived in Bonnieux at about 2pm and we hadn't bothered to phone ahead for a hotel, so we had to do a little searching before we found one: The Hotel Cesar, near the top of this perched village.  We were hungry too, but trying to find anything open between 2 and 4 was hopeless.  We did manage to find a Boucherie and grabbed some snacks and cheese and crackers and a bottle of wine and had it on our balcony, where we could look across to the neighbouring village of Lacoste, where the Marquis de Sade's Chateau stood out like a beacon.  We should probably have made the walk over to Lacoste to see the Chateau up close, but that would have to wait until another year.

Journey Through The Luberon Part 2 (Recounting our 2001 Trip)

The Beauty of Gordes

I was up early enough in the morning to see the sun come up over Gordes.  One of the advantages of the location of our hotel was that it was on the opposite side of the gorge from the village, allowing stunning views of its hilltop location above the valley, and you can see the village in all its photogenic glory.
Morning light on Gordes

It was going to be another beautiful day.  After our petite dejeuner at the hotel we donned our packs and bid goodbye to our hosts.  It was going to be a very short day, a 9 or 10 km walk across the valley to Roussillon, but we were in no hurry.  We still wanted a last look around the village on our way out and time enough to explore Rousillon when we got there.  There wasn't a cloud in the sky as we set out from our hotel.


We were following the GR6 trail, as it wound its way through the village and then down across the valley.


Leaving Gordes was visually one of the most stunning experiences we've had so far on this trip.  Every time we turned a corner we felt we had to take another picture, as we passed the medieval ruins of buildings and crumbling walls.



Leaving Gordes

Borie Village

Not far from Gordes is an ancient Borie Village.
These dry stone buildings are mortarless and can be spotted on private properties throughout the countryside around Gordes.  The village itself, consists of about 20 mortarless buildings date from no older than the 17th century and are a popular tourist attraction.

Journey Through The Luberon Part 1 (Recounting our 2001 Trip)


Our second trip to Europe was in 2001 and we were trying to recapture some of the magic that we had experience on our initial trip the previous year.  Again, we had travelled back to the South of France, not far from the Dentelles Range previous trip.  But this time we were in the Luberon, another one of those magical places in Provence; of quiet hiking paths, hilltop villages, and of course, the famous thirst quenching wines of the Rhone Valley and the Luberon.

The hilltop village of Gordes in the Luberon

Journey Through The Luberon

 

We woke up to the sound of bells ringing on Easter Sunday morning in the town of Avignon in the South of France.  It was April 15, 2001 and we were once more in the South of France with our good friends, Dave and Dianne.  After breakfast we went to the train station and then the bus depot looking for a ride to L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue, but nothing was going that way until much later in the day, so we found a taxi that had us there in 20 minutes.

L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue
L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue is a beautiful little medieval village that is built on the islands of five branches of the Sorgue River.  The town is well known for its 30 antique shops located across from the railway station, as well as its antique market held every Sunday.  We had arrived not only on a Sunday, but Easter Sunday as well.  We naively had expected to find accommodation, but had not considered the holiday and the number of tourists that were drawn to this area.  All the hotels were full; and the neighbouring village of Fontaine-de-Vaucluse, where we were going to start our hike was also full.

A Walk Around The Dentelles

Our first walking trip in Europe was in the year 2000 and my account of it was later published in the Vancouver Sun.  It was an experience that forever changed our lives...

A Walk Around the Dentelles Mountains

By
Sam Frederick

         It may sound like a romantic notion: walking village to village, through the French countryside, picnicking along the way in fields or orchards, strolling along the cobblestone streets of picturesque villages, and spending the nights in charming, quaint little hotels.  Although it may sound like a romantic dream, it is entirely do-able.
 
  Four of us, two couples, had come to France practically on a lark.  We had heard that you could walk the French trail system – a network of trails and walkways (90,000 kilometre of them) that extend all over France.  Rather than joining an organized tour group, we decided to try and find our own way.
After three wonderful days in Paris, we boarded the TGV (high speed train) and hurtled down to Avignon in the south of France.
A short distance from the train station we found the bus depot and, as luck would have it, the bus to our destination village was leaving in just ten minutes.  Clearly, some holidays seem to work better without too much planning.

We arrived in Vaison-la-Romaine eager to begin.  Our plan was to walk a circumnavigation of the Dentelles Mountains.  The Dentelles de Montmiral, as they are known, are a system of jagged rocky peaks that stretch like a vertebrae for 15 kilometres in the Northern Vaucluse area of Provence.  Along the way we would visit the tiny villages that were strung around this range of delicate mountain peaks, like beads on a necklace, each one tucked into a fold or contour of its valleys and foothills.

We intended to take about five or six days to complete the 50 kilometre circuit, booking our hotels as we went.  We were travelling light – we had left our suitcases behind in Paris, to be picked up on our return, and had trimmed our clothing and toiletries down to the basics.  We would each be carrying about twenty pounds in our backpacks.

Upon arriving in Vaison-la-Romaine, we visited the tourist bureau and picked up some pamphlets and a list of the hotels we would be encountering on our walk.  Then, at a tobacconist, we picked up one of the blue IGN maps depicting the trails in the area.  At a scale of 1:25,000, these are very detailed and are available all over France.  After checking in at our hotel, we set out to explore the village.
 
Vaison, a former Celtic settlement, was conquered by the Romans in the second century B.C.  The population quickly sprang to 10,000, following a further invasion of wealthy Romans who built luxurious villas, a six-thousand seat theatre, baths, an aqueduct and a bridge that is still in use today. 

To read a history of almost any European town is to read a history of who invaded and when.  Vaison is no exception.  The Romans were followed by both Barbarians and Saracens.  More recently, Vaison has been invaded by wealthy Parisians, who, like the Romans before them, also built luxurious villas and summer homes.  As well, they opened craft shops and art galleries.  The Roman theatre has been substantially restored, and a music and drama festival is held there each year in July and August.

Visitors can take in the Roman ruins, which include statues of Claudius and Hadrian, the remains of a Roman temple, villas, mosaics and baths (including one with a six-seater latrine).  Excavations are ongoing.

         Like many of the villages, there is also a medieval section built on a hillside and crowned with the ruins of a twelfth century chateau.  A short hike afforded us excellent views of the town and the 1,908 meter high Mont Ventoux shimmering in the distance.

         The following morning we crossed the Roman bridge and found the trail that would take us to the village of Malaucene, with a stopover in the hamlet of Crestet for some lunch.  And so the rhythm of our days began.

Castle ruins in Vaison-la-Romaine
         We were in different world – a world of red-tile roofs and old country charm.  History was around every corner, from the crumbling ruins of bygone ages to villages built upon and added to.  Time and culture were both at work here and it was all coming to us one step at a time.