I can't get enough of France...

I can't get enough of France.....
We are in the Provence part of France now. We unfortunately fell upon one of the very few bad weather days here, and it has been cloudy, cool ,and raining at times. But that has not dampened our zeal. So instead of working on our st tropez tan on the beach we took a drive in to Provence. We explored mid evil ,almost ,ghost towns. Very cool. We strolled around the sleepy little towns in practical disbelief that they were real. We had so much fun examining all the interesting doors and wishing we could open them all and snoop in. In one village we climbed up the hill to find a small castle,that is now a hotel and restaurant. We tried to have lunch but it was closed . They let us climb around though and we stood on the tower and looked down at the beautiful valley below.
By the time we finished that town I needed a bathroom. The only public bathroom was one of those weird porcelain holes in the floor. I was horrified to use it ,but desperate. I couldn't bring myself to step on the footholds on the side of the bowl thing,so I tried to pee keeping my legs off that nasty thing. It didn't work out well. I ended up peeing all over my shoes. I cursed that stupid toilet thing, I cursed my shoes, and I cursed a beautiful rich land filled with enough money for the best castles wine and cheese but can't provide a decent stinking toilet.
We stopped for lunch at a cafe with fantastic views. Cole and Brock were more interested in the moral decay of ants. Cole watched the ants on the ground and declared" mom that ant is cheating! I saw it mating with one ant, then it saw another ant and mated with her" Then Brock said " aaahhh mom this ant is trying to carry his dead friend and he dropped him." Cole watched for a bit the ant struggle to pick up his friend,then reached down and picked up the dead ant and tried to put him on the back of his grieving friend to help him out.
As the day went on I tried not to focus on my pee pee shoes. Our destination was verdon lake and gorge. It's the French version of the grand canyon. on the way we stopped at a cheese farm. We all really loved that. We bought some honey and really creamy,stinky cheese. They let us go into their barn and pet all the animals. The goats and sheep were so adorable, soft and friendly little animals who doled out the sweetest little lamb kisses.
As we climbed the mountain heading to the lake we drove through tunnels carved out of the rock that opened into amazing views of the canyon and mountain peaks. We stopped at one of the viewpoints and watched no less than thirty hawks sailing below us, seeming to have nothing better to do than take in the canyon and river views. It was both astonishingly beautiful and nauseating for me at the same time. The rest of the road trip, I tried to focus on the pee on my shoes instead of the cliffs of death and insanity on the side of me. The pee shoes were a great distraction from the thought of us all plunging to our death on this narrow , ridiculously high road that seemed to be right out of a James bond movie.
So here we are now at the lake, Brilliant and blue. We got here to late to rent the canoes and go up the canyon, but jim and the boys went for a dip and now we are chatting with some swedish girls, so gotta go.