We headed up and down the street filled with vendors from all over the area. After getting some souvenirs for family and friends we headed to Fountain de Vaucluse. Home of one of the largest natural springs in the world.
Naturally, we had to see it and then decided to go further down the stream to find a quiet little spot for a picnic lunch.
The next spot on the list was the hill top village of Gordes.
Last village of the day was Roussillon, the small village we had dinner at the night before. The view from Restaurant David was amazing but we did not have our cameras with us so I grabbed a couple of pictures from the hillside showing the place where the restaurant sat atop the red ochre cliffs (its on the far right).
Ochre is the color of the pigment that dyes the dirt red, not the plant you fry. Seeing some of the children leaving the ochre woods looking like Oompa Loompas caused some hesitation on my part, not knowing if we were fully prepared for what lurked ahead. Sentier de Ocre was a small walk we took through the surrounding ochre woods and cliffs near Roussillon. You can see the dust of the ochre dirt has stained the trees' trunks.
We headed back to enjoy our B&B before dinner. Ashley and I took some pictures and enjoyed an apéritif. 
Naturally, with a ping pong table in sight the two of us could not resist a friendly match. I won like always.
The next spot on the list was the hill top village of Gordes.We spent a good part of our time in this village exploring little alleyways and happened upon a nice little wine shop.
We found the wine that we had the evening before and made sure to grab a couple of bottles for special occasions once we got back to the US.
Last village of the day was Roussillon, the small village we had dinner at the night before. The view from Restaurant David was amazing but we did not have our cameras with us so I grabbed a couple of pictures from the hillside showing the place where the restaurant sat atop the red ochre cliffs (its on the far right).Ochre is the color of the pigment that dyes the dirt red, not the plant you fry. Seeing some of the children leaving the ochre woods looking like Oompa Loompas caused some hesitation on my part, not knowing if we were fully prepared for what lurked ahead. Sentier de Ocre was a small walk we took through the surrounding ochre woods and cliffs near Roussillon. You can see the dust of the ochre dirt has stained the trees' trunks. We headed back to enjoy our B&B before dinner. Ashley and I took some pictures and enjoyed an apéritif. Naturally, with a ping pong table in sight the two of us could not resist a friendly match. I won like always.
For dinner we went to hill top village of St-Martin-de-Castillon, and stopped at the local pizzeria. They only took cash, very typical of the French, so we had to make a quick run to an ATM. The nearest ATM was in Cereste a village 8 km away on winding roads.
Upon our return, we enjoyed amazing pizza and Ashley could not resist the shop owners son asking us if we wanted dessert, in french, so we partook in Ashley's favorite Tiramisu.
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