"Time passed in a haze of well-being; long, slow, almost torpid days when it was so enjoyable to be alive that nothing else mattered." -- Peter Mayle, A Year In Provence
Provence! Worried that summer was slipping away too fast, we packed our bags and disappeared for a week or so. The feast for the senses that waited demanded we slow down a bit to take it all in. The intense sun and heat that prickled our skin. Rows of yellow sunflowers bobbing their heads against the bluest sky. The scent of purple velvet wafting from new-mown lavender fields. The perfectly ripe tomato exploding on our tongues. The symphony of cicadas and clinking glasses as we finished another day with a bottle of rosé on the terrace. Time almost stopped.
Almost. The only less-than perfect part of our trip was the Seattle-bound flight at the end... I could have stayed another day, month or year.
There's lots more to share of our lovely time in Provence...hope you'll come along! XO