So today marks my first full week in France. I feel like I’ve been here forever and already have a schedule I’m unconsciously following. Yesterday with my treasures of Provence class we visited the mosaic artist Jean Pierre at his studio about an hour and a half drive from Lacoste. Jean Pierre loves history and incorporating all the history around him into his artwork. He uses old materials such as ancient Roman bricks, pottery pieces, and tiles. He feels giving something old a new use and purpose continues it’s life into todays world. His mosaics were absolutely stunning with such buyers as Sandra Bullock and U2 Pierre’s work scatters the globe.
Here Pierre demonstrates how he himself, along with mosaic artists of hundreds of years past, cut the tiles into precise pieces.
These were some of my favorite. One day I WILL have these in my shower…
The village where his studio was.
After going through Pierre’s studio we went back to his grandfathers house where we enjoyed the view and visited over chocolate croissants.
Pierre also collects old relics from the area. He showed us everything from ancient roman coins and jewelry to bones.
A very tiny coin that a traveler could keep in his mouth and swallow if attacked on the road.
If you wanted to buy something that was only worth half of what your coin was worth you simply just cut your coin in half to make the purchase. Simple, right.
A couple centuries ago the towns of the area were struck with a deadly plague that took hundreds of lives. The people thought that by moving one of the churches to a hill right outside this village would exempt them of their sins thus relieving them of the sickness. The church collapsed and all that remains today is the doorway. This village that the door stands in, however, only suffered under ten deaths from the plague.
That afternoon we decided to hike to Bonnieux, a nearby town two to three times the size of Lacoste. They actually have an operating bus station. It is about an hour and a half walk there and then and additional hour and a half back [the return journey being up-hill]. The views were spectacular though and definitely worth the exercise. The path to Bonnieux veers off the road and through old ruins and vinyards.
On the way we found an old stone house. Nature had taken over long before, but it was a lovely sight from the inside.
One of the many vineyards.
So many variaties of fruit, some of which I have never heard of or seen before line the trails here. Eating along the way is one of the many perks of traveling by foot.
First view of Bonnieux
And what was the first thing we did upon arriving? Gelato.
Pure. Happiness. In a cup.
That evening a pizza truck drove into town. The way things work amongst all the small towns and villages in the country is everyone shares. Their is one main priest and he visits a different church every sunday, roughly in each city once a month. The pizza truck stops in Lacoste every Wednesday evening before making its rounds elsewhere.
If you take a peak inside of the truck they cook the pies in an actual pizza oven heated by a real fire. Pretty legit for a food truck! Everything is made to order. I tried the cheese and the vegetarian. Both were superb. Best road-side pizza I’ve ever had. The crust was so thin, which to me = amazing pizza.
Favorite food you’ve had overseas?