From the Luberon to Mont Ventoux, a country of stone villages, plane-tree squares and light that has never stopped drawing painters.
Gordes, Bonnieux, Ménerbes, Lacoste. Four perched villages, forty kilometres of back road, and the slow art of arriving nowhere in particular.
A perched village reimagined as a single hotel, with a pool above Mont Ventoux.
A short loop through the old quarries, where the earth runs from butter to blood red.
Alain Ducasse’s country inn below the gorges du Verdon, with a kitchen garden at the door.
Where Peter Mayle made the Luberon famous — and why it survived the fame.
Forty years of biodynamic farming at the foot of the Alpilles, and reds that age for thirty.
Antiques on the water, melons by the crate, and the most photogenic morning in the Vaucluse.