Peter Mayle and his wife did what most of us can only dream of: ignoring reason and common sense, they bought an old farmhouse in Provence and began a new life there. Their first year in Luberon—starting with a proper Provencal lunch—was packed with many more gastronomic pleasures, unexpected discoveries, and, at times, very funny adventures. They also had to face no easy trials, from trying to make sense of the baffling local dialect to a renovation that dragged on for an entire year. Besides all that, they learned to play boules, went to goat races, and discovered the joys of life in the very south of French Provence.