One of the highlights of my working year is a trip to the south of France, especially a stay in Pégomas. This was my sixth year of visiting, and I still get that little shiver of anticipation as I stroll down through the village to the farmers’ market before a hard day’s villa inspection! There is nothing like the morning air in the hills of southern France, and I never tire of the sounds and smells of a waking French village…. The market itself is a real treat for the senses with the aroma of fresh Provençal herbs, fruit and vegetables filling the air. Although the smell of warm bread, newly baked croissants and pastries from the artisan baker is difficult to resist, a scented sun-soaked peach and a plump fresh fig are my essential purchases to start my day. On the morning before our return to the UK I need to stock up on a hoard of French memories to tide me over until our next visit; Martine’s delicatessen counter is just the thing for rich locally made tapenades, delicious cheeses and mouthwatering saucissons. Not to mention the regional wines, fruit juices and liquers. No wonder I can hardly lift my suitcase on the return journey!
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