It’s always so hard to take the Sunday night train back to Paris and leave the Luberon behind. The thing I always miss the most is being outdoors in fresh air and nature. Moving from California I never understood how much I would miss that, and even now I never fully realize until I am outside in Provence listening to crickets and birds chirp, feeling the sun on my skin and the mistral winds blow through my hair. At the end of the summer I always feel a bit anxious, like I didn’t take full advantage of the time or the weather and it’s almost as if I begin missing these moments before they have even passed. Click play to hear Brigitte sing her darling little song about summer’s end…
I must give credit where credit is due, so merci beaucoup to Marc and Pierre who took about half of these photos. I hope your summertime was filled with magic, peace, and some dreams no matter how big or small that came true.
