Sunday in Provence

A good sleep in a big bed! The shutters on our bedroom are very effective, so the room was in darkness until we decided to surface at 9am.
We headed to L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue, where we heard there was a big Sunday market. I was quite under the weather, balance wise, so again Amelia navigated for Paul and we found our way without mishap.
The market was as described - it seemed to take up half the town, and stalls ranged from foods of all description through to clothes, linen, toys etc. Provence is know for its linen and tableware, and I had been looking forward to seeing if something caught my eye. I wasn't disappointed! I found several stalls with tablecloths, quilts, kitchenware etc, and could have filled another suitcase! It was fun pondering, I finally bought 2 tablecloths, with napkins for each. Then of course some tea-towels. Then some cushion covers. Then Paul dragged me away, I have no idea why.
Home around 2pm, and Paul cooked us a lovely steak lunch. Sat down to eat at 3, thought we would be there till breakfast trying to cut up our steak! Note to self, don't buy steak at the supermarket, ALWAYS go to a boucherie. Poor Paul, not his fault. The criss-cross potatoes and other veges were yum.
Amelia and I explored the site where we're staying. The owners are kiwi/oz and we can see the influence throughout the property. They maintain it beautifully, there is a lovely pool, with a poolhouse, bbq, library and outside kitchen. The gardens are perfect to ramble through. The gites have bright blue shutters, and each has it's own bbq and outside area, very kiwi!
Decided to walk into the village of Rognonas, about 1 km away, and give the steak we had managed to eat a chance to digest. It's weird walking on country roads with traffic coming the opposite way than we expect. Rognonas is very Italian influenced, the buildings are mainly cream with tile rooves. We saw the town square where lots of old men were playing boules. We heard church bells and saw mainly women attending Sunday mass. Most of the town was closed, it was very quiet and the streets deserted. It will be interesting to see the difference on a week day. We are close to Avignon, which was the papal centre before the Vatican, so it's not surprising that at first glance we could be in Italy.
Home for a relaxing drink. We all seem to be very tired, I guess we have been living life to the max, and need a few days to catch our breath. The tv aerial came down in the last storm, but the owners have a huge selection of dvds available, Amelia found all 10 series of Friends........ and in English this time!