Summer turned into autumn, and we drove south. Since a month we are back in the Luberon. For the first time here we are staying really close to a village, to Lourmarin. Which gives us the option to drop into the village for a coffee or a glass of wine or just a stroll any time we like. And to walk home after dinner.
Village life truly has its own charm. There is always something happening. Christmas lights were being put up one day last week, and we could sit in the sun at the cafe, wondering about how much they will have to cut away from the tree on the right to make room for the lights, and how they will manage to get passed the next narrow corner…. and so on, endlessly. Little pieces of everyday life pass by and small dramas play out right in front of you. Hmm, I didn`t know those two knew each other? And that was not his wife I think?
After a while you get aquainted with the shopowners, and they begin to greet you when you pass by, instead of looking at you as a potential buyer, that is, yet another tourist. Watching the tourists also is a huge pleasure, confident as you now are in the knowledge and understanding that you have already passed that stage. You are one of the locals. At least as far as you undertand. What the locals think they keep to themselves.
O S M A F Frankenhaeuser 