Driving up north non-stop in search of Lavenders fields after the failed attempt in Valensole, and we ended up in Sault. The small town is situated on the border of a wooded plateau perched at 776m, altitude. Accessed only by circuitous country roads, it remains virtually untouched by tourism. If not for the search of Lavenders, this town will remain unknown to me.
This area is on higher grounds compared to Valensole plateau, thus lavenders are harvested slightly later. Every year, around August 15, the annual Lavender festival will also be held in this town. And I’ll taking my chance. It’s still the first week of August.
We were greeted by an old beautiful bridge at the entrance of the old town, perched atop the hill, are a cluster of stone houses overlooking the vast fields. Looking around, the landscape are oak-forested hills with long, deep valleys purpled and beige with the curving arcs of lavender and corns.
There’s a quiet elegance in this town. Untouched, unknown, undiscovered.
Why squeeze with the crowd in Valensole when there are plenty of lavender fields here?