Отель «Mas de la Chapelle»

Mas de la Chapelle I remember an endless landscape Provence the noise of cicadas the smell of lavender the colour of the sky flavours of the market Van Gogh s house Feria in the Roman arena the bullfighter s red cape this meeting with destiny galloping horses in the marshes dunes under the pine trees burning beach pilgrimage to the Sainte Maries de la Mer the smell of meat sizzling on the embers siesta under the olive trees pastis next to the swimming pool the pink flamingos flying off at dusk Carmen at the Theatre Antique supper at the Baux de Provence captivating music in Mas chapel. Sheer bliss.