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I have a French friend who says that Americans qualify everything by how much it costs (compared to the French) and after living here six years, I'd have to agree with him. So, it won't surprise you that even though we had fourteen glorious days of August in the most romantic part of France (Provence) and the most politically tumultuous part of France (Corsica), that I still couldn't help tallying up the expenses and dividing it by the number of days to discover that not only was it the best vacation I had ever had, but also the least expensive one! One reason that it ranked so high on the list of great vacations is that it took almost as much time to plan it as it took to take it . . . but it was worth it, every last minute of it . . . especially at the bargain price of $50 a day. We spent five sultry days meandering through Provence, seven dreamy days soaking up the sun on the beaches in Corsica and two "not-a-moment-to-be-wasted" days of just "getting there" and "getting back" (from and to Paris). Every element pre-planned months in advance managed to work out to almost virtual perfection. No one was more surprised than myself.

The four of us traveling together were myself, my daughter and we each invited one of our closest friends, Dale and Clara. We chose to travel by car after considering the cost of a rental car, the high cost of gas (four times what an American pays for gas), the tolls on the Autoroute, and all total that was still less expensive than four traveling by train or plane. Besides, if you're planning on exploring any part of Provence or Corsica, a car is absolutely essential. 

I highly recommend working with Auto Europe, which represents all the major agencies and can shop around to find the best deal for you. We rented an air-conditioned automatic subcompact for what seemed like a ridiculously little price and picked it up from Avis at the Gare du Lyon. First word of advice: avoid the Gare du Lyon and opt for the Gare du Nord – by far simpler and more convenient. Second word of advice: if you want air-conditioning or automatic gears, rent far in advance and pick up the car in a major city. Neither feature is typical in European cars. When planning the trip, Auto Europe helped estimate our kilometerage based on the kind of car we reserved to budget for gasoline. Then, surfing the Web, I found a site that lists the tolls and other useful Autoroute information. Before setting off for the trip, with this information, we were able to estimate our transportation expenses.
 

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The first "leg" of the trip from Paris was designed to be minimal, staying overnight in a "chambre d'hôte" at the most northern part of Provence. A "chambre d'hôte" is what in English is called a  "bed and breakfast." They are all over France and are normally run by people who enjoy opening their homes to "guests" and who take pride in restoring an old farmhouse, château or other structure. While most are not luxurious in the same sense as a four-star hotel, they are comfortable, adequate and usually very reasonably priced. Also, it was much easier to find accommodations for four in one room or adjoining rooms, reducing the expense of two hotel rooms. Almost all serve continental breakfast (croissants, baguettes, butter, jams, coffee, tea, hot chocolate, juice, etc.) included in the price of the stay and many provide sumptuous dinners for a small additional fee. All the chambres d'hôtes we stayed in during the trip were found on the Internet, although I would have to admit that some sites functioned better than others and those on the Web were booking quickly.

That first night in Provence was spent at M. Lepez' "L'Ivernenco," a beautifully renovated old silk factory, just at the border between "Dröme" and "Vaucluse" outside the Château de Grignan (Madame de Sevigné died there in 1696). We had two beautifully decorated king-sized rooms on a floor all to ourselves, sharing one bath. In Grignan, we dined in a crêperie under the clock tower of the château, topping it off with a banana, chocolate and whipped crème crêpe dressed with kiwi and cherries. It was the first of many occasions that I was compelled to ask "are we having fun yet?" We had simply died and gone to heaven.
The next two days we traveled first south towards the Alpilles, then in a circle and sometimes diagonally, stopping to visit both the picturesque villages as well as some of the more major cities of Provence: Avignon, St.-Remy-de-Provence and Arles. Two nights we stayed at "Le Mas de la Curade," a 17th century farmhouse-turned-chambres d'hôtes south of Les Baux with a pool, a fishing pond and a hen house. The location was perfectly situated between all the cities we wanted to visit. The room we shared was large and well appointed one flight up a stone "colimaçon" (spiral staircase), with a view of the pond and the garden. Madame Martinot, our hostess, was amiable and accommodating. To our amazement, we discovered some of the other guests were our Paris Le Marais neighbors and "thanks" to the rude awakening of roosters crowing early each morning, we never slept past 7 a.m. 

More advice: during the month of August, the major cities of Provence are to be avoided. While beautiful, charming and filled with cultural attractions, we found them crowded, hot and difficult to manage with a car, where finding legal places to park is a nightmare and traffic jams abound. In fact, we took the decision to leave Vaison la Romaine without seeing one Roman ruin after spending 45 minutes maneuvering through a traffic tie-up leading to the weekly market. In Aix-en-Provence, a verbal "altercation" with another driver over a parking spot was later "rewarded" with a parking ticket stuck to the windshield. The advantages to the cities, however, are the amenities you won't find in the small towns such as cyber cafés, American Express offices, museums and laundromats.

In Avignon, hot and bright with not a cloud in the sky, we visited a special exhibition at the Palais des Papes that intellectually not one of us could understand. I hope that we were the only ones who were so mentally disabled. In Arles, we sneaked into the ancient Roman amphitheater just before closing long enough for a brief view of the arena and to take snap shots of the interior structure. In Aix-en-Provence, where the Cours Mirabeau is inaccessible to cars due to a complete face-lift underway, we found respite in a cyber café and then later in a courtyard café for a soda float (if you want one in France, order the Coke and the ice cream apart then make it for yourself and expect your waiter to stare at you with wonder and disgust!).
 

We especially enjoyed the open-air markets which move from town to town. St.-Remy-de-Provence has the area's most famous and is likely the largest assortment of Provençal products. My favorite stalls, absolute feasts for the eyes, are of spices in open bowls, mounds of olives of dozens of different varieties, hand-woven baskets of all shapes, sizes and colors and scented soaps, body care lotions and fragrances. Provençal tomatoes are firy red, juicy and sweet. You can buy garlic bulbs and red peppers on braids to hang in your kitchen. To dress up your dining room, don't leave with a set of printed tablecloths, place mats and matching napkins in Provençal yellows, blues, greens, oranges. It is impossible to leave empty handed. All in all, however, we found the smaller villages to be the most beautiful and agreeable: La Fontaine de Vaucluse (the source of the Sorgue River), Eygalières with it's evening festival and parade, Nyons known for its olive oil and tapenades, Carpentras with the oldest synagogue in France, built in the 14th century and still accommodating a congregation. Our last two days in Provence we drove east from the Alpilles to the Luberon. We were very pleasantly surprised to find the chambres d'hôtes we had reserved from Madame Françoise Herry, "Impasse de la Cordière," to be in one of the prettiest villages of the Luberon – Lourmarin. It boasts of the 15th century Château de Lourmarin, is the burial spot of writers Albert Camus and Henri Bosco, and has a two-star Michelin restaurant, "Moulin de Lourmarin." The traveling open-air market comes to Lourmarin every week, enabling us to buy any goodies we had missed in St.-Remy-de-Provence. From this home base, we were in direct route to the hill towns of the Luberon, my favorite picturesque part of Provence: Bonnieux, Oppède-le-Vieux, Gordes, Roussillon.

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In Bonnieux, I was the only one willing to climb all the steps to the top terrace where a 12th century church still stands. Angelic singing coming from within the church could be heard clearly from just outside the door and a small crowd had gathered to listen intently. 

Cars weren't allowed into Oppède-le-Vieux, so we parked in the lot and trekked up the snake path in the deadly heat. The girls rested under the shade of a tree while my friend and I forged up the hill into the tiny town. We never got much further than the café in the plaza (one of the two!) exhausted from the heat and the climb. If we hadn't been demoralized by the heat, we would have climbed up to the summit where a 13th century church still stands and affords a magnificent view of the Coulon Valley, the plateau of the Vaucluse and the village of Ménerbes.

Ménerbes was made famous by Peter Mayle in his tale titled "A Year in Provence," the trials and tribulations of an Englishman and his wife who have set out to retire to an old stone Provençal home in "peace." Tourists flock here now, but the charm remains and we lunched on big beautiful salads in an open terraced restaurant with a view of the surrounding hills and farms.

Steep stair-stepped narrow streets make up the center of the city of Gordes, leading to breathtaking views of the cliffs and environs. Boutiques of Provençal products abound. Tourism has made its mark on Gordes. My fondest memory there is of the tiny wood-carved tiger cat I found as a gift for friend and associate, Linda Thalman (WebFrance International) and the refreshing ice cream cone I had on shady terrace of a café overlooking the renaissance château.

In Roussillon, the red and orange colors of the buildings of ochre stone are breathtakingly rich and vibrant. Ochre is a mixture of sand and oxidized iron used as a base for paints. This is France's most important regions for the production of ochre and yields annually about 3000 tons. The perfect gift from Roussillon is a palette of paints for a budding artist. I took a ton of photos then came down with a 24-hour virus. Great timing. 

Our last morning in Provence, we high-tailed it to Nice to catch the ferry to Corsica. Months in advance, I had booked our places on the Corsican Ferry line (by actually going into their Paris office near the Louvre) mainly to insure a spot for the car. I had heard from friends how limited the places were in the peak travel month of August, so it was imperative to reserve ahead. The ferry prices in August are at their highest, but a smaller car reduces the fare, so I was sure to reserve a car under the four-meter required maximum length at the lowest price. 

Finding the ferry once we arrived in Nice was simple – just follow the signs to the old port and you can't miss the boat! With time to spare, my friend had a redo at a nearby hair salon while the girls took off to explore the old port. Ferrying to Corsica was a simple and easy two hour and forty-five minute trip. Another bit of advice: do not board without picnic foods or assume you'll starve – the food was either sold-out or not worth eating.

The ferry docked just next to the Citadel in Calvi, the most major port on the north side of the island. A 20-minute drive along the stunning coast took us to our destination in Ile Rousse to meet both an old friend from Germany who had come to join us and the host of the bungalow I had rented for all of us. 

Ile Rousse (known as Isula Rossa to the Corsicans) is a pretty little city with a small port, a long stretch of beach, open-air cafés and restaurants and classy shops, not to mention an Italian "gelati" stand we regularly frequented.

The bungalow proprietor, Franck Radet, is a young Corsican/Parisian who came to me for help to develop a Web site about his bungalows and that's how the idea for this vacation got started. Franck's family built the bungalows as a personal family refuge in a heavily foliaged spot three kilometers from the center of Ile Rousse in the direction of Monticello. Entering the property was the biggest surprise of the entire trip – two kilometers through a wealthy hilltop area of spacious elegant homes then one kilometer down a single lane pot-marked dirt road with twists and turns that were a challenge for even the most skillful driver. Once rolling through the gates of "A Vignaccia," you were in a paradise of trees, flowers, shrubs, stone and wood bungalows with a cool blue pool, a rattan swinging chair from a tree and of all things, a ping-pong table.