we stayed in grasse, a small town in the south of france, for a week. peaceful. rustic. almost in a time-warp, i suppose. grasse is the perfume the capital of the world! flower fields of rose centifolia and jasmine. fragrance factories, fragrance museums. oh and the colors of the town! of the region! for two weeks, it was nice to trade the metallics of new york city to be surrounded by the citruses of southern france.
view from our balcony
orange et d'orange.