Let's face it, straddling two departments (Alpes-de-Haute-Provence and Vaucluse), the Luberon is a little gem. This tiny piece of land breathes exception. It is because the Luberon has long remained on the sidelines of modern revolutions. Here, men had to fight against a mischievous nature that played with their cultures, their patience, made them strong and ingenious. All these generations have given us a harmonious landscape where the large farmhouses (and we remember to pronounce the "s"!) are scattered in the lines of vines, lavender or cherry trees, sometimes overhung by perched villages(Bonnieux, Lacoste...). A landscape where the small roads are as many veins that criss-cross the hills and forests. We follow the paths that cross the garrigue, the wall of the plague that reminds us of the fear and the madness of men. The villages and small towns, Apt, Lourmarin, Manosque, Cavaillon, Roussillon and its ochre trail..., have all kept their soul, their colors. Here, no buildings but dry stone houses (don't miss the village of bories), plane trees and micocouliers under which you can taste the fruit of the greed of all the producers of here... and they are numerous and talented. So, take a break... Accept this slightly different rhythm where the hours have a different flavor, the eyes shine and the words sing.