Glimpses of my Provence:
Watching a sliver of warm gold creep up the shutters to illuminate a leisurely breakfast.
Languidly strolling through the village, sans carte, and finding a picturesque courtyard.
A pilgrimage to a favorite artist’s quarters; almost a prerequisite in this part of France.
A quick allo to a friendly furry face. (And missing the one back home.)
Adding a wonderful candidate to my collection of doors.
A bouquet of lavander, tossed in the hearth, for winter fires.
More photos can be found in 2016 Provence.