Since I read here (in Romanian) about a dream of escaping in Provence, I coudn't take it out of my mind. In the morning, I thought about Provence. In the evening, you guessed, Provence. So, I will pause today my series about Andalusia with a small preview of next week's post about Provence.
Walking on the streets, in Beaux-de-Provence, a beautifuly restored village. It was a ruine in 1974, with almost all the buildings down, now it has a perfect, romantic atmosphere.
On the cliffs, near La Ciotat.
In Saint Tropez, watching the boats. Is such a colorful small resort, with all those luxury vessels and cars, with happy people around!
The light in Provence is different from everything we saw: soft, gentle, sweet...
I would like to go back there sometimes... you can't blame me!
