Traveling France – visit to Saint Remy
We were off and running this morning for a treasure hunt in Saint Remy. This town was said to be a wonderful Sunday marche day. We left the parking garage like we were old pros and were on our way without any mishaps. No wrong turns, stalled car, or whiplash! WooHooo we are on a roll. Into Saint Ramy we go and quickly find a parking spot, because they are at a premium. We take a picture of the corner to help the blonde and redhead remember were we parked.
As we began the hunt, we stumbled upon a whole street of artists selling their work. Scolded once again to not be taking pictures we moved on and found a lovely gentleman working on his palette knife paintings. He didn’t speak much English but was pleased to spend time talking to us about his work.
After we wandered some more we finally asked and the marche we were looking for is no longer there on Sunday. Oh, well, we can always find another one another day so we just enjoy the town! As we head out of Saint Remy, the car does a few circles first. Those roundabouts can make you dizzy if you take them more than once or even three times! We decided on a direction and off we went taking another route back to Aix. We enter the town of Eygalieres with great confidence only to find the road barricaded to traffic. Oh, oh – now where do we go? Follow the flow of traffic! Heck, let’s not try to find out what all the commotion in this town is all about, why not? We quickly turn back to the direction of town and take that first parking spot on the sidewalk (yes, those are parking spots). Ah, a wonderful flea market with a mix of antiques, treasures and junk! Once again, we wish we had lined up a steamship container. It’s killing us!
There were so many items to purchase for mixed media, painting furniture or collections that the eye can see. Check out these cabinet doors! They look normal, but the hardware is to die for! Neadeen and I could have walked to the car and hooked up a UHaul trailer. The ideas and inspiration was incredible!
Back on the road again, we decide that a bathroom stop is much needed. Nothing is open and of course there are no roadside bathrooms! Yikes, we will make it back in time! I am tapping my feet and Neadeen is leaning forward saying just pull in on some country road that is not to be found. We slow down with traffic and out the rearview mirror, there is a lady walking and she slips behind a wall. Ah, not all the traveling French have blander control after all. That’s how they use the bathroom on the road? Anyway we magically find the right parking area in Aix and rush to the nearest bathroom.