We recently spent a few days in the South of France. I just love these medium sized French villages with their cobblestone streets, blue shutters, and vine covered homes. Brest (where I live) has the benefit of being adjacent to the sea, but the city was destroyed in World War II and almost all the quaintness was bombed into oblivion.

Salon-de-Provence, however, has charm to spare. We had a couple of morning walks as the rest of the crowd slept until noon (those French-Greeks partied until about 5:30 in the morning, while I was asleep by 2 at the latest). Here are some photos I took while walking around the town:


Also, remember the mistral and how it picks up everything in its path? For proof, please check out my halo of hair as seen on our walk:


V is great at a lot of things, but apparently not at telling me I look ridiculous.

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