After admiring recent posts of lavender fields throughout the United States, I wanted to add memories of lavender fields in Provence. In these images, the blurs are not post production but caused by hanging out the door of a bus thanks to our helpful and permissive guide. We did actually get to stand in the fields, check out the resident snails and bees and drink pernod. Every time I smell lavender it transports me to France.
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