November
November in Provence is not as sunny as September nor October. It has felt like London the past week. Everyday is a different shade of grey. I heard that this is an "unusually" wet November here in Aix-en-Provence. No big deal, however, my second five-euro-market-umbrella broke last week when the wind whipped it inside out like the scene in Mary Poppins. Maybe I need a 10euro umbrella.The laundry is tricky to knock out. Washing is not a problem; it's the drying that is unpredictable. We have a clothes line rather than a dryer. Without the sun, the clothes could be damp all day. 
Classically, our clothes will almost be dry and then it starts to rain and we are back to square one. I use those situations as meditative moments. The clothes will dry. They always do. And if not, the laundry mat is across the street. I can bring my sopping clothes over in a garbage bag. This is a first world problem.Despite the weather, what is nice about November in Provence is the lack of tourists. This town feels more local. The French fill the streets, cafes and markets. I visited to our local art museum Friday to see an exceptional Marc Chagall exhibit and there was no line to buy a ticket. Crowds did not surround the art. In the book shop, I was alone.
Classically, our clothes will almost be dry and then it starts to rain and we are back to square one. I use those situations as meditative moments. The clothes will dry. They always do. And if not, the laundry mat is across the street. I can bring my sopping clothes over in a garbage bag. This is a first world problem.Despite the weather, what is nice about November in Provence is the lack of tourists. This town feels more local. The French fill the streets, cafes and markets. I visited to our local art museum Friday to see an exceptional Marc Chagall exhibit and there was no line to buy a ticket. Crowds did not surround the art. In the book shop, I was alone.