Asking for forgiveness, I left Travis sitting at the best table in the restaurant, next to the dozens of red Michelin star books and a view out to front door that was letting a golden slice of light inside. My backpack jumped behind me as I navigated the cobble streets down to the edge of the stone town.
I’ve never seen a landscape like this. You can feel the air changing the valley of Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur to gold then purple, and I had to keep it forever.
France is what dreams are made of, every view was amazing starting with a tower that welcomed us in morning mist and twinkled to say goodnight.
For sounds of a Parisian Cafe.
For a place to stay in the South of France. We sat at around a table in a garden with new friends, as our host made a feast for us. We talked about music, food, our favorite places in the world to visit as the fields of poppies disappear in the night and the stars came out.
For the best meal, go to the Village Market and see what looks beautiful. We loved the olives, lavender honey, a fresh baguette, meats and cheeses. Then find a sweet little spot under an olive tree to let time pass.
- PABLO NERUDA