Not a lot to report of for today. It was the day of the Bonnieux markets so we didn't plan on going anywhere else.

Ches contributed to the local economy with as much vigor as she normally applies when in New Zealand. She shopped with serious intent and execution for many hours. Food barely got a look in as clothing etc claimed her attention.

After lunch we took the walk up to the top of the village; to the old church and beyond. On the way back we decided to take the tour of the Musée de la Boulangerie. It displays a period bread oven and bread shop, not so much different than what you see in today's small boulangeries In a 17th-century house, the museum explains the history of bread, from Roman times through Medieval and the French Revolution. Explained is the entire sequence of bread making, from the agrarian civilizations and their farming equipment, through the milling to the distribution. It is packed full of wheat harvesting and processing machines, baking equipment, documents recording ordinances regarding manufacturing and sale of bread, advertising posters and an original 17th century oven. Even without the language, this was a fun museum.

Around 6.00 we had a visit from Jenny Lamattina and Jonathan Hawley.. Jenny runs accommodation websites and Jonathan travels all over as a motoring writer. They were both based in Victoria till 6 years ago and since then have lived in Paris, the Loire valley and for the past two years, have been caretakers of an olive grove a couple of km from Bonnieux. With the property booked for 4 weeks in September, they are looking for somewhere to stay and came to look at Kathy and Charley's apartment.

We showed then the apartment and then went to their favourite bar which is just up the street from the apartment. It is very close to the Utile (the minimart) that we frequent often).

Speaking of which, sorta. On our second day in Bonnieux, a large dog laid a very large **** in the middle of the street on the way up to the Utile. It lay there for three days and like a Chevre Crottin that shrinks as it ages, the Mistral reduced it to the point that it blew away when the wind hit 50 kmph on Friday

Back to the bar. It is set up like a lounge room in a home. Large tables with dining chairs around them, lounge chairs and couches around coffee tables and a small bar with whatever wines are open sitting on the bar to buy by the glass. Jonathan introduced me to his favourite Pastis, which is a Luberon one with many more herbal characteristics than the Marseilles one I had bought. I can understand the appeal on a hot summers day.

We sat in the bar and chatted for a couple of hours. They told us about dining at a restaurant and seeing Ridley Scott and Rusty's name in the booking sheet. That's Russel Crow. The guy that came to plow their olive tree terraces said that he had watched a Souths game with Russell and Ridley at Ridley's estate. Everyone who's anyone is buying up estates in the Luberon and even the name Van Damme recently appeared out front of an estate being restored/renovated.

They came unstuck however when making a booking at a restaurant when they new Ridley Scott had also booked, they booked in the name of Russel Crow. The staff knew it was a joke, however when they arrived they made a big seen welcoming Monsieur Crow in front of Ridley Scott.

Jonathan is a motoring writer and travels the world test driving and reviewing cars. Jenny said that the Loumarin road is still a challenge and recently she said to him, "no your not are you?" as he had finally decided on a section of road where he figured you could overtake. So, it take two years to achieve what the French learn to do from birth. Defying all logic, the death toll per 100,000 inhabitants is 5.6 in Australia, compared to 4.9 in France. How is it so? Someone is fudging the statistics. Lies damn lies and statistics.

We spent a very pleasant couple of hours and called it quits at 9:00 pm quite the worse for wear,