" ONE OF THE
BEST DISHES I COOKED.
I AGREE. "
Lourmarin is what it promises, a picturesque village in the Luberon region in Provence, and more.
No matter what kind of cynicism you
bring along, or distaste for anything that seems to fit too squarely into Martha Stewart magazines, you come here, you see it, and it's hard not
to surrender, even just for a moment, under Lourmarin's somewhat curated but irresistible, undeniable charm. We arrived at 7 o'clock in a
summer evening when this village draped with honeysuckle vines and buzzing bumble bees were casted under a slanted, pale blue light.
With just one deep breath of its brisk, floral and light beige linen atmosphere, everything felt just right. May I even remind
you that this was after 9 hours of driving from Lyon cutting through
the gruesome, annual European migration to the south in the middle of August? If it weren't for the highlight of us stopping midway at an
orchard, and me may-or-may-not having stolen a bright red apple and ran, the day would've all seem to be in ruin.
That ain't pretty.
But Lourmarin made it worthwhile.
(may or may not have stolen an apple from here...)