06/04/2026
Les Baux de Provence.
They call it one of the most beautiful villages in France, and standing in it, you don’t argue. But what undid me wasn’t the beauty — it was the time. I was walking the same stone people have walked for hundreds and hundreds of years, past architectural treasures the Middle Ages left standing, and the strangest, most moving part is that none of it felt like a museum. It was alive. Warm. Full of people still living their ordinary, lovely lives inside all that history.
And it goes back further than I could wrap my head around — human habitation here has been dated to 6000 B.C., found in the Costapéra cave just below the village. Six thousand years before Christ, someone stood on this rock and called it home.
That’s what I keep coming back to in my own work: a beautiful space isn’t about what’s new. It’s about what holds — what gets walked through, lived in, and loved long enough to mean something.
What a gift, to walk in such history.