Wednesday Window on Provence

Aix is nobility itself. It gives to the least plane tree the grandeur of a cedar. On the Cours Mirabeau, where the song of the fountains mingles with Mozart’s music, its good taste comes so naturally that not even the students can disturb it. It was the last city of France to give up its sedan chairs. Since then (the beginning of the nineteenth century) the well-born people of the town have gone on foot, not to economize but instead to show their disdain for money in its weightiest form, that of time.

Marcel Renébon, La Provence





Ciao!
Leslie