We cycled into Gordes under a banner of blue sky. Gordes looked like a scene from a movie with its stone parapets and buildings pressed like Legos into the verdant hillside; coincidentally, Gordes was the setting for the Ridley Scott fable, A Good Year, the film in which Russell Crow begrudgingly gives up his hectic life in London to retire to Provence and settle down with the beautiful Marion Cotillard. (Fable, indeed.)
The long ride induced a severe hunger and we stopped for lunch at Le Provençal, a small pizzeria at the roundabout in the center of town. We shared a few bottles of red from the Cotes du Luberon and Ventoux; the wine was chewy and thick in a good way, a reflection of the harshness of the rocky terroir and went well with the local stew and meats we enjoyed. Le Provençal is a bit of a tourist trap, is very busy at lunch, and its service is a little casual, but if you have some time, it is a fine place to enjoy a relaxed meal with friends under the hard sun of Provence. The meal left me so sated I required une petit pause in the shade of town which left me dreaming of all the ways I might find my good year in Provence.