Walking along the streets in the neighboring village, to where I live, I was happily surprised to find the olive tree surrounded by pansies. The pink backdrop adds a prefect touch.
Midday and the shutter is half closed.
The hike up to the clock tower gave me this perspective.
..."ERIE" is on the end of many French words. This one has me stumped. And as soon as someone says what it is, I am going to say, "Oh Course!"
Up above the city, from one church tower overlooking another.
The foothills of Provence. Garlaban in the distance.
I wanted to ask him if he sold wine. But then thought he might think I was flirting and ask me up. As I walked away, I thought I should have asked.
Looking up at the clock tower.
A facade next to the town hall, called "Hotel de Ville".
The massive, century old, olive pot, now used as a plant holder.
Thought you might enjoy a few postcards, from the village next door to where I live.