An Ode to the Provencal Summer

Sometimes you stumble upon places (and people) that compel you to pause. They insist that you be fully present. To observe and savour the ridiculously charming world around you. To romanticise life, and everything that comes with it.

It makes you wonder why you don’t do this all.the.time.

It’s all too easy to get caught up in the everyday-ness of life.

You have to intentionally seek out ways to disconnect, to connect with that deeper, quieter space within you.

What better way than to get lost in the sights and smells of endless lavender, the warm glow of Provencal earthy walls, and the dreamy chorus of cicadas on a summer’s day?

An ode to the Provencal summer.