The rugged beauty that is in rural Provence is striking in its power and energy and life, even when it seems it may be barren of it at first glance.
The hills . . .
The rock formations . . .
The spectacular lavender . . .
and of course, the nearly single-lane roads . . .
I was in Provence once before, 13 years ago, and it is everything I remember, yet even more. Perhaps it is because I now have a deeper respect for the landscape that appears to suffer under the heaviness of the dry sun, all while managing to not only persist, but to thrive.
It is richer than I recalled, and feel strangely drawn to it.