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In the heart of Provence in summer, the water noise of the fountain rocks our thoughts and refreshes the spirit at these moments of peace of mind.

"The fountain is a part of the Provençal tradition. It was often a meeting place."

Jugs in clay, walls in the lime tinged in ochre, stone floor in terra-cotta, Provence smells well the ground.

"White borders with provençal windows stop the heat by reverberation."

Three major myths of our soil. Thanks to them every visitor can take a piece of Provence.

"Etch Provence on one's memory for ever."

Spray in summer, in the rising morning, to interrupt the silence of the garden. Suddenly the time stops.

"The watering can of the Provençal gardener can become a beautiful object of decoration."

The secret harmony of the Provençal garden: these soft colors, these warm smells, its freshness so hoped.

"At the back of the garden, the secret place of the gardener where are stored these tools, these secrets, these humors."

For the thirst: a jug, for the greed: an olive, for the happiness: the sun.

The olive tree and its branch over jars loan to welcome olives broken, the tapenade or simply the olive oil.

"Above all, the shelf life of the olive oil depends on its quality."

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."

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.

The symbolic poultry of France appreciates enormously the provençal life. One understand it easily.

A hen on a wall…Who picore of the dry bread…Picoti and picota…Raise the tail and then goes away...

Miss teddy bear was made a beauty but does not manage to thread these slippers alone.

Teddy bear waits, immovable among toys, for the return of his dearest friend.

Miss teddy bear put a dress matched with Fanny's slipper.

Today baby will put shoe matched with the pullover of teddy bear.