Oh my Gordes! Will you look at that view?
No, that is not the first nor the last time I’ll be making that joke.
As you see I now plan to re-visit Gordes as many times as humanly possible before I eventually pop my clogs.
The approach to the little hilltop commune is an experience in itself.
The sort of place you really have to stop and take it all in.
Having taken the scenic route, we arrived at the hotel and had something of a snoop while they sorted the room.
All stone floors, library walls, velvet sofas and Persian rugs, La Bastide de Gordes is quite utterly unique.
It is one of the few hotels I have ever visited which has managed the tricky balance of old and authentic with true comfort and airiness.
We checked into what felt like our own bedroom in a friend’s country house, complete with upholstered walls and hunting prints galore.
Before almost immediately abandoning it in favour of the outdoors.
Which wasn’t too shabby either.
The “yep, this’ll do!” face ^
Having seen our new digs we raced into town to see more of the famous sandstone place which has stolen so many hearts.
Fans of “A Good Year” may recognise this courtyard.
Sadly Russel wasn’t around for me to sit on his knee, a la Cotillard.
But I found a pretty good spot nonetheless.