Remember summer? It’s fun at the time, but I enjoy it even more in the winter, scrolling through photos of bright blue and bright green with the odd glass of pastis gleaming in the foreground. Uh oh. My body is in January in the office; my mind’s in July in Provence.
And not in just any part of it. I’m walking in the Aiguebrun valley. I’m on my way to lunch at the Auberge des Seguins where I’m going to have a cool glass of Pac to quench my thirst like a 6-year-old, followed by a giant plate of provençal salads and a bottle of rosé. The afternoon’s going to be somewhat sedentary… but right now I’m strolling along the valley floor shaded by trees and by steep cliffs on both sides, where occasionally I see climbers like tiny dots on the stripey limestone and hear them calling to each other. The dry valley floor crunches beneath my feet on the ancient pathway, some of which still has roman paving stones on it, and I have to choose my tread with care.
I’ll finish the day by walking back to my hotel, but right now I’m coming from the remote little village of Sivergues via the goat cheese farm, taking the path as it descends into the valley. Before I get to Seguins, I’m going to swim in the little stream which rises out of the ground at bone-chillingly freezing temperatures, but with crystal clear water. Later on downstream, it splashes through the auberge’svivier, where they have a tiny stock of live trout for the kitchen. Ahhh. I mean really. This is the life. Remember January? Nope.
Sadly, Trufflepig hasn’t mastered custom time travel, but we can still get you out of the snow. Check out some of our warmer destinations, then get in touch.