It is only on our third day in France, at around 7 p.m., that I finally understand what this light is all about. Awash in a golden glow, everything looks exaggerated including the color of the soil.
It’s as if a painter had taken his paintbrush and let the bristles kiss the top of the lavender fields in Provence, touching just the tips of the flowers with color, and then dipping it in his paint again and brushing the fields one more time, or perhaps even twice.
The soil is now reddish brown, the lavender flowers brighter and deeper in color, and in the distance the tree beside a farmhouse looks greener.
It is what the painters call “the clarity of light” and the famous ones all passed through this region of Southern France at different periods and for different lengths of time — Van Gogh, Cezanne, Matisse, Renoir and Picasso.
Van Gogh was perhaps the most famous for setting his easel in Provence. He stayed here for two years and those paintings were the ones that made him famous after his death, including “Starry Night.” He painted feverishly in Arles and perhaps even more so in his year at the asylum of St. Remy de Provence.
I am standing in the same light on these fields in the village of Valensole, staring at a farmhouse with a tree beside it. I have never been here before but this dreamy scene looks so familiar, as if I was looking at myself looking at the tree.
Then I realize that a cursory search of “lavender fields in Provence” will most likely turn up Valensole, along with the Note-Dame de Sénanque Abbey in Gordes.
We could have easily missed the peak of the lavender blooms had we arrived a week earlier or missed them entirely as they were going to be harvested days later, but we did not. We arrived just in time in Paris several days before — on the morning, in fact, that a plane from the same airline we took was shot down over Ukraine. After taking the train to Avignon the next day we — CV Travel & Tours Corporation president Claudette Vitug, Steven Villacin and I — began our journey through Provence.
“Like the cherry blossoms in Japan or the tulips in the Netherlands, lavender season often depends on the year’s weather,” says Claudette, who has been in the travel industry for 23 years. “This year, the middle of July is the best time to travel because at the end of the month they are going to be harvested; in June they were not in full bloom yet. ”
As far as you can see are rows and rows of lavender and the fields are “clean,” without wild grass. If you stand south of it, you will some fields have already been harvested — only shrubs are left behind — and the flowers are on their way to the many distilleries in the region, their essence to be infused into toiletries such as perfumes, soaps, shower gels, lotions, and even in food like tea, honey, macarons, breads and biscotti.
And yet there are hardly people here on the Valensole plateau. In Banon and Manosque, you can spot tourist buses parked on the side of the roads with visitors (mostly from Mainland China) stopping by to take pictures deep into the fields.
Our discovery of these fields was by serendipity. We were on our way to Moustiers Sainte-Marie, a town in the Alpes-de-Haute-Provence, when we saw the farmhouse. In Moustiers, a town that is seemingly wedged between gorges, we take a walk around after a late lunch. It is a quiet place that specializes in ceramics and outdoor sports. Tourist shops offer white-water rafting, hiking, and mountain climbing.
So after Moustiers, we drive back to the plateau.
The night before, I was on Skype with my friend Gautier, a Frenchman originally from the north of France and now living abroad, and I told him we were going to Valensole the next day.
He said, “Pourquoi?”
I said, “For the lavender fields.”
There was silence, then, “D’accord.”
His “okay” sounded more like “But why?”
It is not only I that experienced this. Even Claudette and Steven were asked the same thing by their French friends on why they were going to Provence. It seems to confuse French people — especially those from Paris or those not from Southern France — that people would take the trouble to cross the Atlantic Ocean to look at lavender flowers. It was so ordinary to them, these fields — as ordinary as our green rice fields are to us.
From Moustiers, we get back to Valensole at sunset. There is no one else around. In this most gorgeous of hours, in this wildly colorful swath of land, I want to tell him: This is why.
The easiest way to go to Provence is to take the train from Gare de Lyon in Paris to Avignon, a two-and-half-hour journey. Avignon itself is a lovely town with a bustling art scene. We happened to catch the theater festival for the summer, so the Medieval walls of the center are literally plastered with posters promoting more than a hundred plays, musicals and shows. There are contemporary plays alongside the classics by Shakespeare, Moliére and Camus, but unfortunately, everything is in French.
July is a lively time to be in Avignon. The actors perform on the streets in full costume, entertaining visitors having lunch, or just positioning themselves in alleys or outside the medieval ramparts. The shops are all open, selling souvenirs, colorful jewelry pieces made by local artists, and summer clothing.
As lively as it is today, it was home to seven successive Popes during the Avignon Papacy hundreds of years ago, hence the center includes the Palace of the Popes, the cathedral and the Pont d’Avignon or Avignon Bridge.
From Avignon, go east to the Notre-Dame de Sénanque Abbey in Gordes. The abbey is usually the first stop for people chasing lavender. It is a community of Cistercian monks that have opened their fields to the public for free.
A tour inside the abbey needs to be booked online (again it’s only in French) as it is scheduled every hour and for a fee. Even if you understand very little of the language or none at all, it’s interesting to see the architecture inside and to know the Cistercian way of life.
The Cistercian monasteries across Europe were founded 900 years ago starting in Burgundy and were situated in remote places. The Sénanque Abbey is located at the bottom of the valley in Gordes for this reason and it is ironic that today it is one of the most popular tourist attractions in Provence.
The monks are secluded in their dormitory and go about their life of continual prayer, beginning at 2 a.m. when they do their first religious ceremony of the day. The Abbey does offer residential retreats to the public (except in January and February, and for a maximum of only eight days) for a modest fee and guests take their meals with the monks (eaten in silence because they follow St. Benedict’s vows).
Further east of Gordes is the town of Apt, whose open market is the biggest of the Luberon markets and has been ongoing for hundreds of years. It offers food, local products, clothes, gorgeous tablecloths, flowers, toiletries, and many other things. Here we buy all sorts of things: paella, espadrilles, hats, spices and saucissons.
From Apt, our next destination is Banon, and we discover it is going to host the Tour de France on the same day we are planning to join the Lavender Festival in Valensole.
It is an easy choice for us. We came for lavender, this beautiful, fragrant plant of 39 species. But it isn’t the only flower here. Sometimes we spot a field of sunflowers, as tall as people, the flowers facing the sun and, in places where it is overcast, they are bowed as if in shame.
It is raining when we get to the Valensole festival on a Sunday morning.
“Lá-bas,” we are told. Over there.
We walk from the muddy parking lot to the small buses that take people to the town center where the streets are closed to vehicular traffic. Everyone in this town and its surrounding areas, it seems, is out selling lavender-infused goods.
They are giving out stalks of lavandine for free. We rub the flowers between our hands and inhale. They smell wonderful, the whole place smells wonderful.
There are other places we visit after the festival, such as Manosque, Aix-en Provence, Les Baux de Provence (where we see a wonderful light production of Gustav Klimt’s art) and Marseilles, before returning to Paris.
But every place after the festival — the hotel rooms, the rented car, the restaurants — we leave behind by accident small clusters of flowers on floor, which had fallen off from the stalks they gave us during the festival in Valensole.
It’s as if Provence is saying goodbye to us slowly, one lavender flower at a time. Or us saying goodbye to Provence.
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