In my penultimate Provence post, I thought it would be fun to share with you more about the gîte and village that we stayed in. Our trip was in celebration of my Grandmother’s 80th birthday, so there were 4 of us: me, my Mum, Dad and Grandmother. We’d taken the same trip, all together, 27 years ago, when I was still in a stroller, and it had long been a dream to recreate that first visit to Provence. With this in mind, we found an airbnb gîte in the same little village – Saint Pierre de Vassols, nestled in the shadow of Mont Ventoux – that had been our base for that previous trip.
So many years on, it was impossible to find the original gîte we’d rented in the past, but we found one that had a lot of charm and looked a little similar: an old converted mill with a big garden, 4 bedrooms and a large living/dining room and kitchen. It was perfect! If you’re interested, you can see the full details of the house here – I would definitely recommend it should you fancy a similar trip to Provence. Our host was very nice and the gîte had a lovely atmosphere; I would certainly book it again!
The front of the house
(living room and fireplace – it was too hot for a fire during our stay!)
Dining area, with the back door leading down the steps to the garden, and the steps in the far corner leading up to one wing of bedrooms.
My Grandmother’s bedroom.
The other wing of bedrooms, which were located off from this long corridor.
I was lucky enough to get the largest bedroom (although all the rooms were pretty big!), and in the evenings I loved sitting at my desk, working on editing photos or reading (there was no internet which was actually a pleasant break!).
I loved sitting at that desk!
The view from my window.
In the early mornings, my favourite thing to do was to make tea and take it out into the garden, where we’d sit at the table under vines laden with ripening grapes and chat about the day ahead. There was generally a cool breeze in the early mornings and later evenings, when it was especially pleasant to sit outside.
Although the village is tiny (more of a hamlet, really), there was still a good restaurant, where we enjoyed lunch one day, and sometimes in the evenings it was fun to take a stroll up to the church, admiring the views as we went.
I miss those warm, golden evenings!
Staying in this part of Provence was really wonderful; there was so much to explore in our area, and the largest towns nearby are Carpentras and Avignon, which are both charming. It’s also worth noting that – although it’s definitely easiest to have a car – there was a great bus service from Saint Pierre de Vassols that went to Carpentras, as well as some other towns in the area. From Carpentras, it would be easy to get the train to Avignon and even further afield.
For my final Provence Diary post, I’ll fill you in on the trips we took to Carpentras and Nîmes, so check back for that soon.
Have you ever been to Provence? Whereabouts did you stay? What have been your experiences of family holidays?