I visited a very known place in Provence. She is situated in a village. Hundred-year-old old oaks give of the shade when it is warm, very warmly the summer. Benches are installed and we can rest. The morning, the traders come to sell fruits and vegetables, milk, butter, cheeses and ices. Of this place, we see the roofs of the houses of color scrub and especially an old church which kept all its charm. Buses filled with tourists come to stop there. Come out what's the name of this place, her name is the place of the thinking souls.
