Gordes

We drove about 80 kilometres this morning and arrived at our campsite on the outskirts of the village of Gordes.
I read about it many years ago in the book called 'A year in Provence' by Peter Mayle and was very excited about visiting.
In the 19th century it was a prosperous place but it's industries all started to decline and by the 1940's the whole village was almost derelict. To make matters even worse, in 1956 all 50,000 of it's olive trees were killed by a terrible frost.
However, within a few years people, including many artists, realised how beautiful it was and started moving in and renovating the buildings.
Now it is such a popular and expensive place to live that it has branches of both Christies and Sothebys on the main square.
Daz poked his head briefly inside the door of a five star hotel with amazing balcony, but it was way out of our price range. It didn't matter as our campsite is in walking distance, has a lovely swimming pool and terrace, all the comforts of home in our van and is only 17 euros a night.