We spent more time in that town on this trip, learning that it is a place where everyone knows one another, that we can stroll down the street and find people even we know. It is rather like being on the upper east side of NYC, with local pubs, like the Cafe du la Place with its small tables, odd quirky bathroom, excellent tapinade and very cold drinks. Hard to get a table on any day, much less market days, and to sit and watch the scene is great fun, cars pulling up and much kissing and hugging, smoking, drinking and laughing.
The fette was fun as always, great food, great entertainment, and many people and dogs, on a night full of charm and community, not an American style barbecue, that is certain. In America it would be beer, hot dogs, hamburgers and watermelon. In France, it is paella, Cavaillon melon (which is nothing like the melon we have in the States), baguettes, cheese, and ice cream, and lots of wine. The cafes bring drinks to the tables and water for the dogs and everyone dances into the morning.
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