The next day I went to the village to paint and to say goodbye for this year.
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On the way back, through the car window I see a tree trunk that really moves me. I quickly stop the car.

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August 2017 (more…)

The Tour de France goes through Lourmarin. The Man reading a Newspaper jumped on his bike. A few copies of the poster are on sale in the gallery.

Blaise, our Mayor, has just died. I imagine him like a bird in the sky, free to come and go as he pleases but never far away from the municipal carillon.
He loved Lourmarin.
Today we are orphans.

Gérard et Christine