Provence in Purple
— In Lookbook, Travelogue
Buon Giorno! Okay, Italian vibes still strong in my brain.
I’m back on French soil and on my last #airbnb apartment in a seriously hidden town of nowhere. For once, I’m actually “home” early— I should make use of this time to blog! So this roadtrip was planned some 4–6months before, with my parents and 2 of my aunts and cousins. With a total of 7 of us, my dad rented a 9 seater car to tour the south of France all the way to Italia for 2 weeks.
Provence isn’t my first stop, but it’s the most eggciting part of my roadtrip. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to see them as my roadtrip was near the harvesting dates. But lucky me! They were still there. So I’m here eggcitedly sharing my beautiful purple fields. My dad actually drove to the first touristic location, Abbaye de Senaque. We reached at some 10am, and it was already flocked with tourists 🙁 Yet unfortunately, I guess some time ago, some accident happened, they locked up the main lavender fields, so you could only see it from the outside.
Refusing to give up, I urged my dad to continue driving, searching for a better piece of lavender land. Found one wild-looking field, which turns out that it was a private land. All of us got chased because the owner came yelling that it was private. Cliché-ly yelling that this is not China where you can’t go into anywhere as you please *
rolls-eyes/ duh obviously we’re in France*. I apologized, saying that I didn’t know it was private. I mean it was quite a nice plot of Lavender plants next to a public carpark without any notice board, it clearly looked 100% public. Damn, hell— I mean yes we did invaded your place unintentionally, but not all asian-looking people are those rowdy chinese tourists. Urgh, go learn about different cultures and don’t stereotype… 🙁
Still didn’t want to give up, a friend recommended to try Angelvin, which is a direct lavender distributer to lavender products. I happily bought some souvenirs coffrets, essential oils and linen sprays and cheerfully asked the owner if we could take photos in the fields. 😛 And voilà! Stress free and I could take as many photos as I can. But holy, I think I crushed a lot of snails unintentionally :O See those whites little dots on the flowers? Those a snails, like zillions of them everywhere. On a second thought, it’s kinda creepy. Every step you take in the fields… every crunchy sound— I think it’s the snails 🙁 Sorry snails, at the same time, it’s so hot and dry, it also makes me question if these white-shelled snails are actually alive or dried up…
Photos by myself and my cousin, Beth.