Our first stop in Provence was Avignon, where we stayed at the beautiful La Mirande. We arrived by train, checked in and headed out for dinner in the early evening light. The city was filled with people there for Festival d’Avignon, an annual arts festival held in the city every year in July. There were people dancing, singing, acting and drawing at every corner or alley, making it hard not to want to stop every few minutes.
We only stayed in Avignon for one night, making our way to Saint-Rémy-de-Provence the following morning. A mutual friend connected me and Vicki Archer while Thomas and I were still planning our time in Provence. I reached out to Vicki for recommendations as she and her family have had a house there for 15 years (you should actually read the story about it, it’s quite fascinating!) and she graciously invited Thomas and me over for a Sunday brunch. So, we drove the short distance from Avignon to Saint Rémy to her home (seen above and more below). If you’ve ever dreamed about what a home in Provence would look like, well, this is it.
Vicki and her family fell in love with this 17th century farmhouse while on a trip to Provence. They then moved their family to London from Australia so they could be closer to Provence to spend the next years restoring and bringing it back to life (you can see more of it on her site here and here).
We sat outside and talked for hours, sipping on rosé with the cicadas creating a humming buzz in the background. As a gracious hostess, Vicki had this beautiful spread set up for lunch, where we continued our conversations and stories. I could have stayed all day sitting and talking to Vicki, who is pretty much the coolest, chicest women I’ve ever met (did I mention she’s written two books- My French Life & French Essence).
I wore this easy blue & white Chicwish dress that just says “summer in Provence” to me, am I right? And as probably no surprise, I added my daily accessories including my gladiator sandals, big boater hat and saddle colored bag (topped with my new scarf I bought in Paris).
We stayed at Vicki’s home until the early evening, not wanting to leave, but having to make the drive to our next destination. We said our goodbyes and hopped back in the car, driving to Crillon le Brave, our next hotel that sits atop a tiny hill village that looks out over vineyards and olive groves. It looked like a story book town, with views that were absolutely surreal.
We moved around Provence quite quickly, with only a single nights stay in each place. Sometimes we wished we had more time in each location, but being there for such a short amount of time made us savor every moment- waking up at sunrise and never missing the dreamy sunsets.