Sault, France
On the 15th of August each year, tens of thousands of people flock to the picturesque postcard mountain village of Sault for the annual lavender festival. The closing of summer in mid-August brings with it copious amounts of celebrations to pay homage to the infinite fields of lavender.
Sault is a gem of a town, purposefully tucked away. It is difficult to get to the ceaseless fields of blue gold. From the Mediterranean, one must take a train to Avignon and from there a bus to L’Isle sur la Sorgue before arriving at Sault.
Sault is an old fortified village that perches on a ridge overlooking a large valley peppered with lavender fields.
When tourists think of Provence, it is hard to not associate the area with the purple postcards that stick out at the tourist kiosks. No other plant evokes Provence better than lavender.
Lavender soaps, dried lavender flowers, lavender perfumes, and even lavender crepes, ice-cream and tea adorn the markets during the festival season.The entertainment during the festival includes a traditional parade, a horse show and concert.
One lavender field remains open to the public for picking lavender. The field is lined with wooden carts with freshly harvested lavender. Vistors are encouraged to take from the wooden carts free of charge.
A midday meal, a “Repas Champetre” is served with products from the local marches. This year’s three-course meal included salads, vegetables, roast pork, goat cheese and fruit desserts.
Sault is one of the villages I have to visit while I am in Toulon. It will either be the first or last place I go. I personally like to think of it as the last place I’ll visit before returning to the United States. The reason I have to go in early fall or early spring is that I don’t think the lavendar will be adorned with their breathtaking purple blooms.
I’ve also decided (not to sound morbid) that I want my ashes scattered in the lavender fields of Sault. I still want them scattered in my garden at my home in La Jolla, but maybe part of me can go in the Land of Lavender. I couldn’t think of a prettier paradise to lie down, take off my shoes and rest...
Miss Liberty on the Sault fountain.
Church of Notre Dame de la Tour in Sault.