So, with Emily's assistance, we GPS'd our way through some narrow roads into this tiny village, where the entire town square was filled with people and tables, a fete even larger than Eyglieres' Paella fete. It is amazing to watch all these people, probably about 800, sitting peacefully, no one drunk beyond control, no noticeable police presence, and everyone having a lovely time.
This was different than Eygelieres, you paid 5 euro for the show (a DJ and some dancers) and the pistou. Everything else could be purchased at a vendor for nominal price, including fries, goat cheese and breach, Cavaillon melon, soda, wine, water, pizza, tartes, pretty impressive menu.
We were seated next to a very nice French couple who spoke no English, and also a lovely family with two little boys who were exceptionally well behaved. The woman sitting next to me tried to engage me in conversation and quickly realized I was not French, so in French we did speak a little about where we were from and I explained (in French!!) that I was studying French. We discussed the dog. All in all a successful conversation and I felt as though my hard work for two years sitting at FIAF for three hours per week is beginning to pay off.
Finally, the pistou arrived with much fanfare and well-organized, and it was worth the wait. Different than the one at Paradou from last night, this one was full of fresh vegetables and loaded with garlic and basil, to the point where hours later we are still tasting it, and feeling as though I am exhaling it. It may still be with us in the morning.
We did notice a small restaurant that may be worth returning for, but probably next year. Next year in Jerusalem and Provence.
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