Véronique Didier Laurent

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."

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

In winter as in summer the blue sky azure illuminates the little cottage in middle of day.

"In the Provençal small little cottage the life concentrates on little space: the farmer eats, sleeps, tidies up these tools in a single room, but past door, there is Provence."

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

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

The boxwood likes moisture, originating in the Mediterranean it adapt to the plantation out of pot. It is let cut with leisure.

"If you watch it the box tree is tamable, otherwise it is fast intrusive. It is its Provençal side!"

Symbol of abundance, immortality or knowledge, the fig tree didn't finish surprising us.

"In Provence, with the figs leaves, the ancient prepared effective herb teas for the blood circulation, the digestion, to check the cough."

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."

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."

The Provençal fountain in the middle of the garden decorated with Mediterranean succulent plants and with shrubs sculptured in the tradition of the topiary art.

"The secret place of the first steps for two, the first kiss, the puppy love."

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."

Garlic,major ingredient of Provence kitchen makes it possible to carry out our, impossible to circumvent, "Aioli of Provence". " Aahhh!! "

"The aioli, in Provence, amounts how one mayonnaise but only with some olive oil and the garlic, crowned performance!"

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

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."

Plant your lavender in pot and don't forget to cut it at the end of summer, it will be reinforced following year.

"Only the bee will have the favours of lady lavender, this agreement will engender the famous lavander honey."

On the terasses, In the gardens, the lavender always finds its place.

"Its essence will come to relax you to the bath."

Beside the well or  little cottage bordered of lavender, the fig tree enracine deeply and distributes us its fruits.

"In Provence the fig tree looks for the shadow whereas the lavender prefers the sun."

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 little cottage where farmer of Provence was restored and rested when the cultivated grounds was far from the country house.

"Nowadays the meals in the small house of the big father gather regularly the families of Provence. The friends also are welcome!"

The oil pot in the past was used to preserve olive oil with shelters of the light in the part pantry.

"In Provence the olive oil serves for all the recipes and it support easyly the strong temperatures of cookings."