Provence
What we love here.
Provence is not a backdrop. It is an atmosphere — a light, a rhythm, a way of starting the day. Here is ours.
I
The light
The one that drew the painters here
It changes everything, at every hour. You quickly understand why shutters are opened gently in the morning.
II
The mornings
Villages waking up
Café terraces, bread still warm, markets setting up. Mornings here are a reason to come.
III
The rhythm
Walking, without hurrying
The garrigue, the simple paths, the silence. You always leave more slowly than you arrived.
IV
The evenings
Evenings that linger
A terrace, the stone still warm, time that no longer counts. That, too, is what living in Provence means.
Our favourite places — the market, the tables, the walks — await you in the welcome booklet of your cocoon.
Oliana