I came to this place fully aware of the consequences. I knew I would fall in love with the stone paths and brisk morning air. I knew Provençal culture would hypnotize me with grins that stretch as far as shooting stars and bedroom eyes that never quite seem to shut. I have learned to venerate this wistful sun soaked way of life and although I cannot unearth centuries old townhouses and place them in the overhead bin on my departing Delta flight, I can bring a treasure trove of simple pleasures that I forgot existed.
