Today one of the things we did was to attack another set of mountains, with swirly narrow roads and breathtaking views, to get to a small village called Bonnieux. It was beautiful, gray and stony and serviced with streets that didn't allow much safety to the no-sidewalk visitors. Early on our walk, we found a sweet little shop called Aux Doigts de Fée ( Fairy's Fingers) that we thought we'd look in on for a minute and were greeted by the Fée herself.
She was ageless, white hair in a long braid down her back, dressed in her own hand-knitted garments and surrounded by the most beautiful sweaters, shawls, jackets, children's toys and clothes, all hand-made during her 7 am to midnight work schedule. The work she loves means she isn't on the internet though, so we can't link you there.
Each sweater was different because she doesn't like to be bored, and because she has the most amazing eye for choosing multi-textured, multi-coloured, beautifully finished garments. Some of her sweaters had two wonderfully different sleeves, different in colour, or texture or shape and obviously suitable for the most elegant affair, or the most cosy. None of the garments were in a price range that didn't leave us gasping, at the same time as we knew that they were priced exactly as should be.
In spite of her realizing we were not likely to spend 500 Euros on a sweater, she showed us all her favourites, answered all our questions and seemed as pleased with us as we were with her.
It was, like some of the drives we've taken, a once-only event.
It seems like a unique and memorable event.
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