They soon arrived at the place for dinner, a rather small french country bistro recommended by Fleur Delacour.
The restaurant was elegantly decorated, dominated by shades of orange. Several comfortable sofas stood beside the fireplace, which, since it was summer, contained trembling plastic and fake flames instead of a real fire.
Several oil paintings hung on the walls, lending the place a unique charm.
Besides the Weasley family, Tierra joined them for dinner, but Sirius did not.
According to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Sirius had run into an old acquaintance at a Magical Market in France, and they had gone to a pub that evening to catch up.
After dinner, Harry and the others stayed at a nearby Muggle hotel. Over the next few days, they visited Muggle attractions around Paris: the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Palace of Versailles, Notre Dame Cathedral, and took a cruise on the Seine River.
Then they took an old-fashioned Muggle train, rattling all the way to the small town of Provence on the southeastern coast of France, home to the famous lavender estates.
They spent a day in Provence doing nothing at all, simply sitting on the veranda of a Provence lavender estate beneath the warm sunlight.
Facing the vast Lavender Flower Sea swaying in the wind, they chatted, played Wizarding Playing Cards, or did nothing at all, resting beneath the afternoon sun and taking a brief nap.
Even Tierra joined them, lying lazily in the sunlight without doing or saying anything.
"Hey, Tierra, what... what are we doing?" Hermione grew a little restless and quietly came over to ask him.
"Relaxing, of course. Enjoying life," Tierra said without even opening his eyes. "What? Have you gotten bored already, Hermione?"
"Ah? No. It's not that, it's just... well..." Hermione said awkwardly. "It just