Clothing artisans gathered for a wool and silk festival, high atop hilly Gordes. Driving the winding path through the budding spring flowers and bright green grass, the town emerged from behind the arching trees, perched atop a cliff overlooking pastureland dotted with farmhouses. Homes, businesses, churches and castles seemed to be built right on top of one another, their cream colored facades enlivened by bright shutters of baby blue, green, and crimson.
A picturesque stop for many tour buses, Gordes is a lovely place to stop for a cappuccino and enjoy the scenery.
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