How easily I could slip back into my sleepy Provence, to a village called Vers, next to the Roman aqueduct I used to swim under, near the medieval town of Uzès where my mother bought our vegetables, in a garden where an imagination could run wild. I’ll find my way back, with silver hair and the wrinkles of time. But for now, I’ll settle for weekends here and there. For those following along on my travels via instagram who asked, I’ve written down a few of my favourite spots for a 48 hour Provençale getaway…
