When the sun is just beginning to dapple the cobbles, when the air smells sweet and fresh and when most people are still snuggled up inside, it is wonderful to be outside, almost as if you are the only person in the world to embrace the morning as it slow unfurls to burst into the life of a new day…..
Early morning shadows dance on the buildings.
Mist creeping over the hills to briefly settle and fade with the sun’s warmth
The church through the morning haze
The tiny Lourmarin hamlet bathed in bright first sunlight
The village streets deserted
Radient beams lighting up the golden stone archway into town
Our shutters flung open, looking at the clock tower, one more time……