in may, they leave for the south of france.
we travel past the delicate tracery of paris. . .
– . . .and the high terraces of lyon. . . –
. . .the belfries of dijon. . .
–. . .into the scent of lemon, the rustle of black foliage. . .
. . .and the white romance of avignon . . .
. . .clouds of moths whipping the heliotrope dusk into provence.
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