The Mistral, the legendary wind of Provence, pushed our little jet out to sea as we flew into Marseilles. We could see the whitecaps in the wind-tossed Mediterranean below as the pilot did his best to bring us smoothly in for a landing. Tossed around in the air, tipping from side to side, we could feel the struggle against the gusting blasts tunneling down the Rhone valley to the sea. Several of us clapped as we rolled down the runway, applauding the excellent job of the crew – a challenging landing!
Kirk and I picked up a tiny Twingo – I think it’s Renault’s smallest vehicle – and headed southwest towards Montpellier, eager to see his brother Vance and family. Now KIRK is the pilot as we’re roughly tossed around on the Autoroute, fighting the wind. Boy am I glad that he’s driving – last visit here it was just me and I’d really have a rough time holding the car between the yellow lines of the road.
After months of winter browns and grays, my thirsty eyes are gobbling up the greens, yellows, and lavenders of springtime in the south of France. It comes earlier here than at home – lovely lilac-blooming redbud trees adorn the roadside, and Kirk describes the light as a pink glow that you could see from outer space.
Vance and Patty talked us through the last few turns to find their house in Lattes, a suburb of Montpellier. It’s always a huge treat to spend time with them. Patty and Mary Ann had prepared a delicious feast, and waited til we arrived, after , to enjoy it with us. Tired and jetlagged as we were, we kept talking til past midnight!
After breakfast the next day, we all walked towards the water, past horses,
flamingos and spring flowers, basking in the welcome sun and taking deep breaths of wonderful countryside French spring air. So happy to be here!
Slip into the window seat in our aisle and join us on our search for a symphony of views, flavors, culture, sounds, and friends. We'll let you know when we hear the harmony we seek - whether in a WOW classical concert, an awesome night of jazz, a magical vineyard or olive farm, or an outstanding bistro, trattoria, wine, garden, or experience. From our delightful maison de village near a Languedoc beach* to a canal-side string ensemble in Amsterdam, you'll read and feel like a real local.
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The best way to describe us (Kirk and Anne Woodyard) is that we're interested in the stories that make the places we visit come alive. We've visited Europe more times than we can count, learned some entertaining stories there, and met some warm and helpful people who also enjoy the wonders of music and life in Europe. Between our music-related travels, we split our time between our homes near Washington DC and in the the south of France.
We look forward to sharing these stories and friends and experiences with you.
While both of us have experience in organizing travel and music groups Kirk's background is in project management and competitive writing, and Anne is an accomplished pianist with over thirty years of teaching experience, and a travel and food writer specializing in France and Italy.