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To make a success aoili one needs a good marble mortar, garlic pods, olive oil, wooden olive tree pestle and "elbow oil".

"Small craftiness to digest easily this heavy traditional meal of Provence: drink before the meal or later, never hanging."

In the chestnut groves of High Provence is dissimulated Delicious Boletus.

"It grows to the end of spring or at the beginning of the autumn, following the whims of the Provençal climate."

The gouteuse morel is deserved with its so different hiding-places, but which happiness to find it in your plate.

"The snow melted, the spring takes back these rights, the morel just appears."

It is obligatory kneel in foam, under the pines and the oaks, to find "miss girolle" , but it deserves it well.

"Has girolle grow late in winter, she has to be afraid of the Provençal sweetness."

With shade of the parasol the solitary long chair awaits the bather who benefits from the good time which passes.

"In Provence it is the indispensable tool for a good siesta."

The sea prints with the boat a slow and peaceful movement which stops the time at unforgettable instant.

"The boat of the vacationer or that of the fisherman is printed in the Mediterranean landscape."

To remember our punctuated ballades to rock bottoms of tasty culinary pauses.

"Difficult to get itself and so easy to eat, as all which is good."

Majestic seagulls in the sky, signal of the ground, companion of the fisherman and alarm of the sea.

"He lives in band on all the coast of the hexagon and naturally in méditerranée."

The gull it would not have become merry with listen to jokes of the fishermen on the old port.

"These fowls to the life of the port of which the shouts shrill give rhythm from dawn to twilight."

Starfish, a symbol hung on the rocks with the patience of the predator.

"A decoration of which we never grow tired, for the sea lovers."

The house of the others on its back, untiring and needy, technician of surface of our sea-beds.

"When its shell of loan becomes too narrow, it looks for the other one then exchange of residence most simply of the world."

The reef knot is always very pretty, but it makes it possible also to sail in safety.

"In méditerranée we use the same knots as somewhere else: flat, of chair, capstan"

The buoy can become an object of decoration, but it is useful before very saving lives.

The children sleep, of happiness full the eyes, of  preciously arranged happy memories, ready to take again their adventure tomorrow morning.

"In Provence more than somewhere else the hat is indispensable ally against the sunstrokes."

Tidied up boots, ready fishing tackle, big day relaxation in perspective. All wait impatiently for the hour of the departure.

"In méditerranée, we thread boots rather in winter, in summer one puts sandals."

In summer in the forest, our stride steps over nuts of pines and fir trees, in pastures over primroses, over edelweiss, over gentian or over lily. Later will come mushrooms.

In the valley the cow observes our departure in hike. In forest we shall surprise the squirrel but rarely the deer, on summits with a little luck a chamois or an ibex.

The night snow is frozen but so easy to mold to make this journeyman: the snowman.

The flake: the magic of the winter, the perfect shape of the snow crystals which cover the ground, illustrate our houses, illuminate our heads.

In Christmas it adorns itself with its bullfighter's costumes. The rest of the year the fir tree remains majestic and decorates humbly our forests of mountain.