[Exhib] My round cucul visit Cucu… Ron !

The last weekend of August, we went to discover a small village with a fun name located in the Luberon. This is the first time we visit it. I invite you to follow us on our journey : exhibition of a round cucul in Cucu…Ron !

The name of the village makes you laugh and when you have the spirit potache, making an exhibition in front of the city sign is a mandatory passage. We had done the same thing in Poilhes with our friends ELYSA Exhib and Enrique (read the article).

A little anecdote : Cucuron ne fait pas référence à un “cul cul rond”. Located on two hills, the name comes from “cuc”, which means nipple in Celtic (Google has been my best friend for this accuracy). So we made shows of my little nipples. We have everything good !

We did an easy hike in the morning where we were able to do a naughty video at drone and after lunch, we went for a walk in the village. There is a heritage trail to see about fifteen points of interest. We missed a few numbers although we passed in front. They didn't draw our eyes !

Le centre névralgique du village s’appelle “L’Etang”, although it is not one… It is a large pond filled with goldfish, where everyone has a drink or eats at the water's edge. These are the first exhibitions made. We think we all decided to visit Cucuron this Saturday.. It is in the 35° and the sun is at its zenith. In fact, there is a concentration of people in this place as the rest of the village is… very quiet. We met few people, except tourists doing the same signposted route as us.

We start with the first point : the Porte de l'Etang. A gentleman waters his plants, I see the birth of his buttock line. He has the smile of the mason or plumber of his choice ! I'm waiting for him to finish, but he takes his time. My Man beckons me to flash despite his presence. He is focused on his plants and does not notice the moonrise in broad daylight !

We continue the marked trail and we take a climb to put us in legs after the meal. We pass in front of what remains of a cooler. The portal was nicer to see, there is not much left. We didn't make naughty photos, for it was any. We see a tower behind the cooler without grasping that it is the number 3 of the course.

We continue and pass in front of the old hospice. We went from the number 2 to the number 18 ! We realize that the Pond is numbered 17 and the chapel seen in the morning, 19. The building dates from the French Revolution but seems surprisingly recent. We do not make an exhibition because people of a discreet age read in the garden and we do not want to hit them.

We reread the map of the route, because we do not seem good at orienting ourselves in Cucuron. We go around in circles as in the sketch “Sens Interdit” de Raymond Devos ! We discover consecutively a fortification and the church of Notre-Dame de Beaulieu, then a beautiful mansion. A few cables away, we discover the House of Consuls and the charm operates ! We look at each, accomplices with my Beloved, and I go to position myself in front of the big front door.

I start with a flashing, when MrSirban challenges me to take off my little blue dress… completely. I make sure that no family arrives and agrees to take it up. We rarely do full nude in the city to be able to get dressed quickly if necessary, but there the village is very quiet and except for a few people making the visit, we do not meet many people.

We cross a main street to see a pretty belfry whose clock rings the time of the exhibitions in town. It is built on one of the gates of the rampart of the thirteenth century. A lady consults her phone a few meters away without realizing the naughty photos under her nose ! I've always found it crazy. You can be in front of people, about 80 % people don't notice anything. 18 % react positively : smile, nice sentence, thumbs-up… and 2 % are negative : six-foot-long head, assassin look…

On se perd de nouveau dans les numéros “patrimoine de Cucuron”. We miss the old town hall dating from 1400 or we walked past without grasping that this was it. I don't know if it's misguided or if we're distracted, but we are very bad. Based on this observation and in the face of this succession of failures – you will notice the dramatic intensity -… we visit the pifometer : nose to the wind ; buttocks in the air ! Whoopsidaisies ! We're not going to let ourselves bother annoyed by misplaced numbers !

This is how we climb to an alley where on one side there are gardens carved into the rock and on the other, advertisements from cartomants and good-wave seekers. It's fun ! We linger by reading some posters. We leave to an esplanade at the foot of the keep Saint-Michel, last vestige of the castle.

A sign pays tribute to the inhabitants who died of the Plague that hit Provence hard between 1720 and 1722. A third of the village's population died. It is sad to note that the disease has mowed down children indifferently., adults and old people. To be more joyful, the view of the surroundings is very pretty and there are even people for flashing. It's more exciting !

We go back down around the Pond to have a drink. MrSirban has a beer and I, a double mint with water. I'm dying of thirst. We left around 4:30 pm so as not to return too late. We had a great day between the naughty exhibits with the drone in the morning, un bon repas le midi et la découverte d’un petit village plein de charme et de beaux bâtiments l’après-midi. We wish it had been more alive, but it allowed us to walk around and make exhibitions without too much risk.