WHERE TWO WORLDS CONVERGE
by Jean-Luc Barde
Small white clouds scud across the sky, trailing their shadows over the undulating vineyards, gliding over red and ochre earth. They are wide-eyed travellers taking in the local sights. As they wander, they take on the form of a black cypress tree, truffle oaks, silver olive trees like those at Delphi, ancient Grenache vines, pure Syrah, a flock of round roof tiles, a blond lime farmhouse, a bronze fountain, a green pool.
They drop right down into the cool clear water of the blue Durance, the Luberon’s natural border, they ascend the Trévaresse hilltops then rise up the face of the craggy Sainte-Victoire. They prance over the horizon and playfully move south to join the herd of fluffy white wool that hems the Mediterranean coast.