On the 19th we did go back to Gault for the honey festival. We realized upon pulling in to what we believed was Gault that we were incorrect, we were in Lumieres, which is at the foot of a hill, and Gault was at the top of that steep incline.
Trusty Emily took us to our destination yet again, bringing us into the centre ville of charming Gault. It was an incredibly well maintained and preserved village, with beautiful homes and restaurants, like a a dream or a movie set of what a Provence village should be and look like. The fette was lovely, with vendors, demonstrations, and teaching for the children, and many charming people with their dogs out for stroll on a hot summer Sunday, enjoying the slow pace of the country life.
This is a town where truly pictures express so much more than words and even those cannot do this village justice.
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