"This is my kind of camping" - Kevin

We are at our villa in the south of France. We took a walk this afternoon to the nearby village, and as we walked along the narrow little road, smelling the smells of the outdoors, Kevin claims, "This is my kind of camping". Camping.....hmm, well, we are certainly in a rural area in the bush amongst the trees, there are some bugs....and we have a pool, a fridge and stove (granted it is a gas stove that requires a match to be lit....so arguably like camping) and a king size bed in our villa. Yep, my kind of camping too!!
We wondered into the village today, it being Sunday, so nothing was open, but we had a nice little walkabout. It's perched up on a hill, so there were some great lookouts over the valley below....and I even saw a few vineyards - yay!
Back to our home, a few hours by the pool, some laundry (got that machine figured out this time), a couple of phonecalls home to the parents to say hi, and a light dinner (meaning we didn't buy many groceries yesterday and since everything was closed today, we had to make due with what we had....breakfast food).
We are off to Aix tomorrow to explore the city.