St. Michel l'Observatoire, with a beautiful old and empty church at the very top of the village:
Tasteful dustcatcher on the wall in our hotel in Oraison, the Grande Bastide, where we had another terrible mosquito encounter. This time the walls were textured, and no matter how much you hit them the mosquitoes just floated off to lurk elsewhere. We also had a strange fish incident with dinner - pricey "fresh" fish turned out to have paper slips still stuck on their underside, one with what seemed to be date of freezing on it. They took the price of the fish off the bill, but once we'd been charged separately for the cheese and dessert courses it turned out to be an expensive meal anyway. Still, I suppose at least it was a memorable one.
Forcalquier, where we should have stayed, and which was perhaps the nicest place that we saw on our trip (helped along by the fact that people still seemed to live normal lives there):
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