Maybe we can say the same about wine and cheese and bread but there are sunflowers and then there are French sunflowers. The first time I saw a french sunflower on a drive to Arles I audibly gasped at the view outside the car window. Rolling endless hills of brightly smiling summer sun worshipers. We pulled over because I had to just get in it... be surrounded by it. Sunflowers, in their cascading rows that disappear over the horizon... I guess I found the yellow brick road.
Museum-quality posters made on thick and durable matte paper.