There are summer days that are made for the French sweet life. A big stone fountain and its pounding sound, a bottle of rosé left to cool in the water, the shade of ancient plane trees, traditional cuisine of Provence, the cheerful chatter of guests eating in the square, the light blue shutters of the rooms on the first floor, vintage cars driving through the hamlet. If you were looking at us from atop, we would be in a small traditionally French world, so difficult to find in Provence, yet so easy to live in. On tiptoes we follow Nicolas and Julie as they take us to our table. The best addresses are those you come back to. Au revoir, Hôtel des Deux Rocs.
Words and pictures Meraviglia Paper.