There are so many reasons I love summer, not least of which is the yearly voyage to Tourtour. A small but vibrant medeival town, it is perfectly preserved and always seems unchanged. Although I’d find out it can still surprise me sometimes.
A day in Provence doesn’t really start until you’ve had breakfast. It’s not a fussy meal. It’s simple.
Croissants do not exist to me outside of France. But once I’m here, they become my daily vice.
I find they’re best served outdoors, on the terrace overlooking the jardin.
After breakfast, I bound down the steps to the pool where I can conk out on a warm sunlounger.
That is, provided I don’t have any interruptions…
After a few hours wilting in the sun, punctuated with occasional dips in the water and games by the pool, I get restless and insist upon a walk up to the village.
J’adore the quaint simplicity of this picture-perfect hilltop town. The appeal to tourists can’t be helped, but Tourtour somehow maintains its whimsical authenticity.
We freshen up before heading down the windy road to Aups, where we have a courtyard table booked for dinner.
It was a steal of a meal – summer vegetable carpaccio, BBQ prawns with rice, and dessert – for 19,50€.
When we returned to Tourtour after dinner, we were shocked to encounter a “Soiree Mousse” (yes, that’s a raving frothy foam party) going full swing in the town square. The dance area was crammed with sudsy revellers, the DJ spinning throbbing Euro techno music while lasers grazed over the crowd, and scanitly-clad dancers jutted and swerved onstage.
Huge soap cannons blasted everyone with a spray of foam.
It was too bizarrely tempting not to jump in and join the fun!
What a weird but cheerful bash!
I now love this place even more.