There is not a day that goes by in Provence where I do not marvel at its ever-evolving beauty. Is this a dream, or is this the garden of Eden? Perhaps it can be both. Perhaps in a way, because the roses come so splendidly every May, you can sigh into the rhythm of eternity.
Spectacular roses, a gift from the garden of @lesoliviersdutaulisson where you can stay and sleep amongst the garden of life