Oh god, no one will read this cause I'm late, but I fucking hate those fields. There I was on (a fairly expensive for me) vacation with my best friend and we coordinated to meet up with some of his family and family friends for 4 days of our adventure. But we made the mistake of splitting a rental car with them to save money, which meant shared trips. Well, we were out-numbered by four women well over 40 yrs old who just had to keep going back to these god awful, bee-filled fields. They don't look this pretty in person. There has been some color adjustment by a Donatello fan and someone photoshopped the sky in. It's just miles of dry, arid purple. If you go, bring a lemonade. It's mostly dirt with nothing around for miles, but someone put it in these ladies' travel guide. What's worse is these women loved the shit out of it. The fields sound like speaker feedback with the howl of about 6,000,000 bees engaging in some kind of pollen-fueled frenzy. That's all fine and good and I got out of the car and took a picture. But 5 min later we were still there. 30 min later and we're still there. Then we had to go back the next day. It wasn't a short drive either. Two days of that bullshit when I should have been eating a baguette, which it turns out is 1,000x more exciting. The fields don't even smell that great. And lavender smell reminds me of wakes. I wish I spent more time in Paris.

P.S. - if you're in the area, stop by the ancient roman aqueducts, they're pretty killer and you can jump off some big rocks into the river.