On a chilly February morning, when the grass glistens white with frost, 
I drew back my curtains to this magical view; 
the hamlet across the meadow in Lourmarin. 
It is is mystically alluring, no matter the time of day or year. 
Treading the worn cobble stones, in the footsteps of so many before, 
each step becomes a precious moment in time, 
as you try to capture the essence of the enchantment around you. 
The words I once read when visiting Yosemite National Park ring in my ears;
 ‘make only footsteps, take only memories’. 
Memories to treasure, when one once again you are far away.

 

Lourmarin, Luberon, Provence at first light

A faint, golden hue hangs above Lourmarin on the stroll towards the Château.

Lourmarin, Luberon, Provence, walking towards the Chateau

The golden, limestone church walls gleam like warm honey through the naked, winter trees

Lourmarin's church, Luberon, Provence

The Lourmarin Château

The Lourmarin Château, Lourmarin, Luberon, Provence
Beyound the Château, early morning sunlight casts pink shadows over the olive trees.

The Lourmarin Château, Olive trees at first light in Lourmarin, Luberon, Provence

Ambling along the narrow cobbled streets,
the sky, a silvery milkiness,
breaking sunlight bathes one side of the deserted streets.

The streets of Lourmarin at first lightStrolling the streets of Lourmarin at first light

As the sun rises the hamlet becomes flooded in early morning light,
a new day has dawned.

Break of day in the hamlet over the meadow in Lourmarin

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