Photographs capture much; however, they carry so much less than the actual impact of being in a place like Provence. Seeing photographs of Paris, for example, transports one more readily than these--where the intensity of the sun, the press of the wind saying "Je suis l'enfant de le mistral," and the dry, clean air conspiring to invigorate the senses do not present themselves.
Ca c'est obligatoire, ne c'est pas?
Le Marche, Place Lamartine, Arles
Typical lunch scene of me with vin rose in St. Remy-de-Provence
Pont du Gard