This Luberon, the one that Giono compared in
" a big blue whale ", is that of the
sweetness of the forms, almost feminine, any
in croups and in nipples, the one who, more
accommodate villages which we reach
By small roads which wind and wriggle
in the infinity, that of autumn colors, when his
oak forests adorn themselves with their most burning
colour, that where the Mistral gets out of breath in the contact of hills .
On horseback on the roads of the Alps of High Provence and Vaucluse,
in the heart of Grand Luberon, between country of Giono and that of the Mistral,
it is another Provence that of the country of High Luberon with its sun and its flavors of thym and lavender,
that you go to discover .
Little away from the tourist bustle, but within reach all its natural and historic beauties:
tray of Valensole, massif of Luberon
(This earth where " blows the spirit "), the Camargue his cities and
the villages in the past in charge of history
(Aix in Provence, Avignon, Deserving, Forcalquier) you will have in addition,
the singing of cicadas, the sun and l " assent "
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