A walk through the heart to the Luberon
From the shade of the sycamore we emerge into the heat of the Luberon. A feverishness emerges from the very core of this heat, all encompassing, even overpowering: the heat of summer, the heat of the night, the heat of emotion… as if time itself were dilating.
The cool blue solitude of morning ebbs away at the first light of sun, and the heat is reborn, soft, ineffable. René Char’s spring to mind: “I have weighed with all my desire upon on your morning beauty.” As the cool ebbs away, or as the heat flows in – whichever you prefer – it is time to set off and explore the world of Les Andéols.
A cascade of pools and fountains; a succession of orchards and vegetable gardens; a parade of plants, flowers, and rushes in masses, rows, and garden beds; dry-stone walls and pools of shade beneath canvas awnings; cypress and olive trees; Aleppo pines and Lebanon cedars; sycamore and palm… scents and murmurs, heat and cool, relaxation and pleasure twine together in mysterious harmony. And above it all, the immense sky: cobalt blue and dazzlingly bright. Far off, the horizon wavers.