When I arrive at Marignane airport, it's the herb-y, resiny smell of Provence that welcomes. Then, when the Mont Sainte-Victoire appears to my left, I am really on my way. The Basilique Sainte-Marie-Madeleine de Saint-Maximin where Mary Magdalene's remains are said to reside, is another milestone further on.
Then, after the hairpin curve, then, when the three parasol pines, stand, majestic on my right, I am only kilometers away from home. At the sign that proclaims 1600 years of rosé wine making in my area, although I haven't stepped through the door yet, I know I have arrived.
|photo via www.beyond.fr|
Six years we've been coming here, to the magical place and it doesn't get old. My soul sings here, my body vibrates with the energy here. I drink the water from the fountain across the street, the sunshine on my balcony and from the deep, deep well of joy that resides in my heart.