My wife sorts everything by color. It gives her life balance and structure, she says. I’m the total opposite and if I would need to sort things, it would rather be by form or size.
But walking through Velleron, a small village near Isle-sur-la-Sorgue, the above situation did strike me. There is this turquoise East-German Trabant of which you could ask ‘How did it get here?’. No way it drove here in that state!
Right on the corner where it was parked is a house of which the door, shutters and draining pipe are painted in almost the exact same color. (not the one in the picture) Coincidence? Or are driver and resident the same?
It would be cruel not to mention the exciting farmers market. Starts with a whistle of the champètre every evening around 6 pm from April to end of September (Closed on Sunday). Not to miss!