Roussillon: For Art and Authors
By Deborah
The red hills of Roussillon appear seemingly from nowhere as you ride along the winding road of the Luberon. Once you see it clearly, you know this tiny village is special.
“How is it possible that so much red is in one place?” you say to yourself. The towns nearby have only small tinges of red. Yet this place is like a stoplight — insistent that all who try to pass stay for a while. Explore this Post
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