|Roman hill near the village|
I settled in a tiny village of no more than one hundred souls, in the shadow of the plateau where the great Provencal writer Jean Giono created a community of visionaries, all passionately dedicated to the land and its people. Over the eight months I lived there, that land and its people stitched my world back up again, through the deep succor of the relationship between humans and the natural world that embraced them.
My memoir of my sojourn in Provence is a work-in-progress. Feel free to comment on what you read here. I will be posting chapters as I work on them, in no particular order.