"On dirait le Sud
Le temps dure longtemps
Et la vie sûrement
Plus d'un million d'années..."
Children play tirelessly, their bikes take over the streets, gardens and parks. Games of marbles and jacks.
Hopscotch games and confidences.
They are bored, the time is long. They take refuge in the shade of the tall trees, the undergrowth rustles with their whispers and bursts of laughter.
It's summer in Provence.