We have landed in the south of France; Saint Remy de Provence. A lovely place where nothing moves. It is probably the heat. It presses against the stone walls and fills the gaps between leaves. With leftover bits hiding in the shadows. A breeze may nudge a leaf now and again. But on the whole nothing moves.
The soundtrack for all this stillness is provided by the Cicada bugs. For them this is the summer of love. A fact they do nothing to hide. The buzz in the background is provided by a chorus of thousands.
Our refuge is a rented house at a resort called Provence Paradise. The very old and thick walls help with the warm air and the noisy bugs. The guests and staff help with everything else. Delightful place.
A water wheel is at the center of our hamlet. Inspired by gravity it circles round and round. We stare between sips of wine. You are invited to join us for a minute and a half. The local drink of choice is rose.