I was born at some stage during the 18th
century, in the plain of the Durance,
at the foot of the Luberon. The exact date
is now lost in the mists of time!
Having started life as a barn, I grew to be
a cabanon, and then extended further still,
as the families I sheltered grew. I then spent
a long time just drowsing, in the shade of the two majestic plane trees, my proud sentries, which offer a soothing protection from the heat of the Provençal sun so loved by tourists. I was fully refurbished early in the 21st century.