Saturday morning on our way to Arles… it’s market day…
I had to stop…
Like the lavender, sunflowers are a given in Provence…
And yet…
How could I ignore their sweet faces…
Their smiles, their worship of the sun…
They caught my attention…
xv
Saturday morning on our way to Arles… it’s market day…
I had to stop…
Like the lavender, sunflowers are a given in Provence…
And yet…
How could I ignore their sweet faces…
Their smiles, their worship of the sun…
They caught my attention…
xv