Laurence David

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.

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 Provence the worship of the lavender is present everywhere. You can even taste ice cream with lavender.

"The use of the aforementioned grass of Provence in the Provençal cooking lives however almost nobody."

Another odor of Provence. In ballade rosemary rubs with you and still scents your atmosphere during long days.

"The rosemary is long-lived and acclimatizes easily far from its native Provence."