This is a very common sight in Provence, rows of plane trees lining the roads. It is one of the pleasures of driving around Provence.
I always keep my eyes open for signs posted around the area for brochantes and Vide Greniers. These are flea market type happenings and I always love to look–but seldom buy. I went to one today at a village called St Paul de Durance, a place we often pass when on the road. That’s one thing I like about local brochantes-they take you into villages you normally wouldn’t stop for. This one was very small but had alot of charm.
I like this little lavender wagon filled with flowers. An unexpected jolt of color as I came around a corner.
I love wysteria-both the color and the fragrance.
Another view. I wish the wysteria I planted would do something like this instead of putting out a few puny leaves.
This is just a guess but I bet the person who lives in this house is a hunter.