One afternoon I decided to take a small mysterious-looking trail up to this ruin on the hill behind town.
I’m still not sure what the ruin is of, perhaps I should have asked some of my friends at Les Terrasses that, but it never came up. Some sort of fortification against invasion from the middle ages? Perhaps. On the way up the hill I found some pretty wildflowers.
Apparently the wildflowers of the Luberon are the best in May. Next time, next time.