Provence hotels collection

Cézanne painted Sainte-Victoire dozens of times without ever exhausting the possibilities of the mountain, and all of Provence itself lies in the stubbornness of a raw light on pale stone. The Alpilles raise their white limestone above the olive trees, while the Luberon villages dotted along its ridges are painted in the ochres of the Roussillon and its vines, and the pale summit of Mount Ventoux closes the north. Aix-en-Provence gives up its fountains and plane trees, and Avignon, its palace and ramparts. In the Camargue, white horses walk into the water, while the mistral blows. When it drops, the whole region smells of thyme.