I rode to the boulangerie a few minutes from camp to pick up some fresh bread for breakfast. We had decided that since Sheahan was leaving in only a few days, it was time to ditch the muesli and start eating breakfast the French way. I came back with a little more than I had set out to get because one of the breads looked just too tempting. We didn't have too much trouble devouring a pain viennoiserie, a baguette rustique, two croissants and a pain chocolat with our café au laits that I whipped up in the van. After our petit déjeneur, we drove to the nearby village of Venasque. It was another "plus beau village" but maybe we’ve just become really picky because I didn’t think it was really all that interesting. We walked through town and out to the old, fortified walls where we got great views over the valley below. We had passed a lot of cherry trees on the drive in and when we saw a fruit stand in town selling “Venasque” cherries, we decided to pick some up from one of the farms on the way out. The town itself had an interesting fountain and only a few streets to wander around on so we weren’t there very long. We headed back to camp in Isle-s-Sorgue afterwards and picked up some delicious Mont de Venasque cherries directly from a producer. The cherries were the meatiest ones I’ve ever had and made the pits seem tiny so we went through our kilo of cherries in only a couple of days.

Once back at our campsite, we walked into Isle-s-Sorgue to get a better look now that the market stalls weren’t obstructing our view. We stopped at a shop called 'Delices du Luberon’ and were overwhelmed by the amount of local food and non-food products they had for sale. I had a fun time sampling a wide variety of tapenades and olives and we left the shop with a few of the tapenades I’d tried. We then wandered to the main square with the church and the famous “Café de France” with its stereotypical French façade that appears in many postcards. I re-took some of the photos that I hadn’t been able to get quite as I wanted when we were here last and then we went in search of a menu for dinner. On our hunt for a restaurant, we came across a place that was advertising “Instant Fish Spa”. Megs and I had seen a similar advertisement back in Spain so we knew what it was referring to but this was Sheahan’s first encounter with this form of massage. We really wanted to take some pictures of the clients with their feet in a fish tank filled with hundreds of tiny black fish that I presume ate the dead skin off your extremities. We offered to pay for Sheahan to have a go just so we could get a photo and I thought she might actually go for it, but it wasn’t to be.

We found the most enticing menus along the river and eventually chose a restaurant to eat at. We had a tasty three course meal of stuffed aubergines (with red peppers, onions and a few other veggies), followed by magret du canard in honey-mustard sauce for Sheahan and I while Megs went with the chicken breast with mushroom sauce on tagliatelli. For dessert, Sheahan and I went for the tarte tatin (apple tart where the apples are cooked in butter and slightly caramelized before being put on the pastry) drizzled with salted caramel butter, with vanilla ice cream and whipped cream on the side. Megs opted for the crème caramel which also came with whipped cream. We were absolutely stuffed after dinner and were glad for the walk back to the campsite.