When I was an art student at the Leo Marchutz School in Aix-en-Provence, France, an old Army bus would pick us up in front of the Palais du Justice & drop us off in the fields to paint Mont Sainte- Victoire.
In spring and summer, breezes carry the scent of lavender.
Cezanne was born in Aix, so it's sort of Cezanne this, Cezanne that. At the restau above, I had the delicious meal below. (And I hate it when people take photos of food before they eat it, but I wanted to capture it before the
burrata ran into the heirloom tomatoes.)
Here I am standing in front of
La Rotunde, a fountain at the bottom of Cours Mirabeau, the main thoroughfare in Aix. Built in the 1860, it represents justice, agriculture, and the fine arts.
Come along with me on this trip to southern France, filled with cherished memories and friendships that have endured for decades.
* All photos by the author, except for the last, of course.
