Take a Couple of Minutes to Travel with Us
There we are, walking through a village in Provence at 7:20 on a Sunday morning. It’s completely still. Perfectly silent. There’s no one around. Magical.
We stop to take a picture of an unusual house front. A man, an American expat, emerges with his little dog, Rosie. He’s delightful. We talk for a few minutes. He shares about losing his wife of 50 years. We were touched by that interaction.
Two things are true.
