Regardless of being in the country, every food encounter seems devoted to the food lover in Provence. The roadsides stands are filled with seasonal fruit and vegetables of the region (though some come from Spain). Each small village has a couple bakeries, a meat and charcuterie shop, a cheese shop and fruit and vegetable stands selling fresh products at a reasonable price. Then there is the weekly farmer’s market in each village that lures its clientele with its colorful displays of produce, vast selection of Mediterranean fish and mouthwatering rotisserie chicken among other things.
For the last week, Chris and I have been in a small town called Cadenet, France, which is located in the Provence-Alps-Côte d’Azur region.
The subtle scent of lavender and rosemary wafts through the warm summer air while we peruse les marchés of the charming Provençal villages nearby. Next, we cruise down the highway in our Peugeot as we look for roadside fruit stands, windows down; wind against our face, passing seemingly endless vineyards as the soft hum of cicadas compete for our attention over our French equivalent of Snoop Doggy Dog on SkyRadio. Don’t worry, this isn’t the start of some Peter Mayle sequel (if it was my punctuations would be in the correct spot) but rather my way of telling you that Provence is the real deal.