From the mighty peak of Mont Ventoux, through lavender fields at Abbaye Notre-Dame de Sénanque, in the footsteps of Van Gogh in Saint-Rémy-de-Provence and along the rugged, azure-coloured coast of Marseille.
Provence is perfect for hiking.
By Fabiolla Loureiro – www.fabiollaloureiro.com Paris, the city of love and photography. I remember that when I first started to photograph cities, Paris undoubtedly would become my number one, followed by Budapest and Venice. Being one of the most visited cities in the world, and with an immense cultural background, photography was somehow born in Paris through…
Immortalised through decades of Tour de France and forming a conspicuous part of the Provençal landscape, Mont Ventoux is more than a mountain. It’s been nicknamed “Beast of Provence”, “The Bald Mountain” and “Provence’s Fujiyama” but fact is, that Mont Ventoux means Windy Mountain. And when the Mistral is blowing, it certainly is! Classified by UNESCO…
The History and Mysteries of Europe’s Misericords Part III by Dave Douglas Davis If you’re in luck and look closely, maybe next time you’re in a church, you can spot a so-called Misericord, or Mercy Seat, under the seats of the folding choir chairs. They were used by the monks throughout the Middle Ages as…
The History and Mysteries of Europe’s Misericords Part II by Dave Douglas Davis Misericord – or Mercy Seat – is the name of the ledge on the underside of the folding seats in the church’s choir stalls. Often hidden and usually unnoticed, these small seats meant a great deal for monks during their arduous day…
Perched atop of a rocky spur on the edge of Les Alpilles mountain range in central Provence, crowned with a castle ruin, overlooking the plains to the south, rests another Pearl of Provence: Les Baux-de-Provence. Medieval village While the area has been a popular vantage point and settlement from 6.000 BC., the village you encounter today…
You find yourselves walking amidst a foreign landscape, like cowboys in a Colorado setting. Any moment an angry pack of indians could leap over the dark red mountain top and descend on you. The sun beats down on this exotic landscape and reveals fifty shades of ochre. But you’re not in Colorado. You’re in Roussillon,…