My summer memories of Provence (
普羅旺斯), like the falling leave in the autumn air, flutter to my mind. I come to realize that a fallen leaf is nothing more than a summer waves good-bye.
I still remember––the sun-kissed
Côte d'Azur (
蔚藍海岸), the warm color palette of architecture, the fig trees, the
Pastis and
Rosé wine, the herbs, the scent of lavender in the air, the olive tree groves, the wine-fuelled meals, the pine-scented sun, and the occasional naps after reading few pages of a fat book by
José Saragamo in a shady balcony...
My friends, please stay tuned for the episodes of my summer Provence.