Sunrise At The Lavender Fields of Valensole | Provence, France | Lovely Travel

 The best time of day to see the lavender is right before sunset when the golden light of the lowering sun turns the fields into vibrant and deep shades of purple. 

Because we had to be in Nice by the afternoon to return our rental car and go to bed early for our early morning train to Verona, we couldn’t make it at sunset, but it will still amazing in the harsh light of morning. Although not the best time of day for photographs, it was an incredible sight to see with our own eyes. 

We met up with our photographer in the early morning for photos. All of these images are from afterwards because we couldn’t help but stay a little longer to explore the fields. When our photographer told us about the fields he told us to drive to Valensole and meet him at, “the large lavender field; you can’t miss it.” All of the lavender fields were large! Thankfully, there was a building for the farm that we used as our destination marker. The field right before this Lavandes building is very famous for the tree in the middle down to the left. However, the field behind this one is much larger and appears to go on forever across the fields. It is a magical sight. Although the best time truly is at sunset, the most romantic and peaceful time (with fewer tourists) is at sunrise. The buzz of busy bees, just beginning their morning mission to collect pollen, was loud in the quiet morning air. There were large snails roaming the rows of lavender. There is no one else in the world that I would rather travel with. Matthew truly is my favorite travel companion. I was wandering the rows and enjoying the sights, the smells, and the sounds. I turned around and noticed a large group of photographers behind me! Afraid that I was ruining their shot I moved aside to let them have the view, but then I heard a chorus of “non!” One of the men approached me asking if I spoke English. “I’m sorry if I was in your way of your photographs,” I told him. “Non,” he replied. “You are the photograph.” French men sure know how to flatter a lady! “Please, can you return to the field so we may take your photo?” Of course, I said yes! So somewhere in France there is a photography class that has my portrait in their collection. 
Then all too soon we were back in our rental car making our way to Nice.