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Push the iron gate, slowly for not
waking up the soul of Jean Giono who is resting there.
You are immediately under the charm of cicada's song, lavender
perfume, smell of cypress trees heated by the sun.
Already
you enjoy this little paradise corner.
Gravel crunches under your feet alongside of the path leading to the house, a
small bastide erected at the end of the XIXth century, hidden in the heart of the town, close
to the market place."
We
speak :
French
/ English / Deutch / Italian /
Spanish
Welcome
at " Une autre maison "
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