“In a remote corner of Provence, far from the cities and its constant noise, sleeps an ephemeral sea. Calm and enchanting, it blooms at the dawn of summer, unfolding its purplish reflections under the blue sky of Provence.


The lavender fields, cultivated in the heights of the small country, offer a fabulous visual and sensory experience. Purple is a rare color. These waves of lavender are therefore a treasure, a collaboration between Man and his Mother Nature.”


When I walk through the flower aisles, the heady scent tickles my nostrils. The burning sun wraps my body in its fiery rays. The buzzing of the bees rises and sails around me. The calm of the landscape invites me to silence and humility.”