My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist in pre-war Paris Smuggling bombs for the underground. And she met my father at a… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
Many years ago I also bought a house in Provence for about 70,000 francs. It had no electricity or running water, and… — Eric Idle Copy Share Image
When the Good Lord begins to doubt the world, he remembers that he created Provence. — Frederic Mistral Copy Share Image
Paris, hours in the café, a certain spirit of rebellion, one side a bit too stubborn, the sea, the true, in Bretagne,… — Clemence Poesy Copy Share Image
“Blonde hair and blue eyes," she repeated. "The lavender fairy." "Now, hang on a minute!" "Just like the lavender fairy has. There's… — Deborah Lawrenson Copy Share Image
long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of… — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
The air in Provence is impregnated with the aroma of garlic, which makes it very healthful to breathe. — Alexandre Dumas Copy Share Image
Virtue, my pet, is an abstract idea, varying in its manifestations with the surroundings. Virtue in Provence, in Constantinople, in London, and… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Aioli intoxicates gently, fills the body with warmth, and the soul with enthusiasm. In its essence it concentrates the strength, the gaiety… — Frederic Mistral Copy Share Image
“Don't wanna ever take your shoes off in coconut land. Never know when you're gonna have to run.” — Dianne Harman Copy Share Image
When I walk into a market I may see a different cut of meat or an unusual vegetable and think, ‘I wonder… — James Beard Copy Share Image
“She was learning that being with Slade was like riding a roller coaster. Good news one minute and bad news the next.… — Dianne Harman Coyote in Provence Copy Share Image
“In the empty halls of the castle now abandoned and silenced by time, they waltzed cheek to cheek over the ancient floor… — Pamela Hamilton Copy Share Image
I realize that the memories I cherish most are not the first night successes, but of simple, everyday things: walking through our… — Vivien Leigh Copy Share Image
“She went weak in the knees and could barely walk as she followed him, trembling with fear. Her hopes for a happy… — Dianne Harman Cornered Coyote Copy Share Image
“The oblong tower of the church, with its wrought-iron steeple, caught the last reflections of the sun against the hills. This is… — Elizabeth Bard Copy Share Image
When a chess player looks at the board, he does not see a static mosaic, a 'still life', but a magnetic field… — Arthur Koestler Copy Share Image
Provence is a country to which I am always returning, next week, next year, any day now, as soon as I can… — Elizabeth David Copy Share Image
“So, Slade, the swearing, the poor english and everything else is just a facade. You're really quite a deep and intelligent man,… — Dianne Harman Coyote in Provence Copy Share Image
I'd like to combine melancholy and sunshine... There's a sadness in Provence which no one has expressed... I'd like to put reason… — Paul Cezanne Copy Share Image
