Talking around Les Alpilles

” In the summer, one will at once love the light and the burnt heath scent from the pinewoods but, to become attached, you have to go
further to the heart.

Take a break on the market place in Maillane and cool off in a café, buy bread at the lovely baker’s in Maussane, go full circle around the Vaccarès pool, and, from the top of the castle in les Baux, embrace space.

People talk willingly in our region, one narrates oneself, one’s own life and other’s lifes, those who are gone, even those who are present, rumours circulate, legends take shape, true or false, who cares !  Under the micocoulier trees, telling is an art and a pleasure …
I’ve been told that my neighbour is painting the portrait of one of his cousins’ dog, she lives in Saint Remy, he’s an old lover who cannot propose, and there’s also the wine merchant who is a poet, but he has to like you in order to read one of his pieces to you while you’re busy tasting  …

And then, in the winter, when the sky is eye-blue, tourists have deserted, grapes have been harvested and olives picked, I’ll go to town, walk in the streets of Arles the beautiful, get myself warm in some bars, listening to gypsy guitar, wander around the boutiques in the city’s center, talk about bulls and horses and football, and even though I don’t know a thing about them. ” ( Jacques Moniquet talking )