After
breakfast of croissants and coffee, I explore Collobrieres. Around every corner
I gasp at huge, medieval wooden doors, thick wrought iron gates, lavender
gardens. I meander down side streets no wider
than ten feet. Red geraniums sit in
window boxes, aged wooden shutters lie against rough walls painted in blues,
yellows and greens. I happen
down a narrow side street and find a memorial of flowers in a doorway.
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