I always love French words, written, spoken or sung. Here some of the signs I saw along the way that captured my curiosity.
This is the gorgeous old wine cooperative building, on the way into the commune of L’isle sur la Sorgue, it is surrounded by hectares of vineyards and orchards. Local farmers have been bringing their grapes here for centuries.
Many of the antique shops are located in little enclaves off the main street in IslS with a square in the middle, where the merchants socialize, and dogs and children play. There is also usually a little café, where everyone can go to enjoy and homey lunch.
The shops in the enclaves often use the outdoor spaces for their overflow of merchandise.
This visit, at most every shop there was a reference to the recent tragedy in Paris and the importance of freedom of speech.
This fun little shop on the main street enjoys the the rambling river Sorgue just out their back door.
Filled with new items for the home and a broad collection of enamelled signs.
Oh, the French do love their dogs, here’s my best effort on translating a few of these…
“Strong and nasty little dog”
“Wicked and insightful dog”
“Very conscience guard dog”
“Retired guard dog”
“Beast dog and wicked”
“Caution! Guard dog 100 meters”
Sadly, I had to visit the Police Municipale on Sunday, since Saturday night I had foolishly parked my car in a space where the market sets up on Sunday. Don’t do that when you go there — park in the POSTE (yellow sign) parking lot so that you don’t have to go to the Police Municipale, and get in a car with a man you don’t know who does not speak English but offers to “aider” you; even though he was very nice and brought me to the Fourriére (tow truck office) where the Police Municipale wrote up 4 pages (with plenty of carbon copies) of information about my violation. They were all very nice, and they let me pay my 35 euro fine to them directly so I didn’t have to mail it. And the Fourriéres took carte de credits…. livin’ on the edge, again, that’s me!
I loved these remainders of the holiday lights still hanging over the street, they look so quaint and old fashioned.
Before leaving Eze they were taking down similar signs in the neighboring communes, and trucking them off to their storage space up in the hills.
They do bring a wonderful glow to the darkened village.