Once, my aunt Brigitte drove me to Avignon from grey and dreary St-Étienne. After a while driving, we went up this steep hill, and when we came down the other side, all of a sudden, we just knew we were in the South. The light had changed. There was a new radiance; there were cypresses and olivers; the air smelled different... It was magical — in a quiet, casual way.
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