Sur la Route Louis Vuitton 2018
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Summer at the Côte d'Azur
A warm summer day. We are located in the south of France. On the Côte d'Azur, to be exact.
The convertible with which we are on our way makes its way from Cannes to Saint-Tropez at moderate speed. Always along the coast. Past several large citrus plantations, on which beside lemons also bergamots are cultivated for some time. A fresh summer citrus scent lies in the air, which, in addition to the citrus plantation scent, also evokes slight associations of lemon grass.
Passing the small, picturesque villages with their cliffs, we reach Fréjus at some point, around which the lush green meadows are mowed. Pure summer feeling. The smell of freshly cut grass is a welcome change from the whole citrus fruit.
Only a few kilometres later we pass an old farm, which is situated north of our route on the mountainside. A fire set fire to a small field in front of the farmhouse. A thin cloud of smoke moves from there in our direction and causes a slight melancholy on this wonderful summer day.
After passing Fréjus, our cabriolet takes the last few metres along the winding road to Saint-Tropez. The smells of lemon, freshly cut grass and smoky balsam slowly fade on the way and make room for new experiences. A beautiful summer day is drawing to a close.
The convertible with which we are on our way makes its way from Cannes to Saint-Tropez at moderate speed. Always along the coast. Past several large citrus plantations, on which beside lemons also bergamots are cultivated for some time. A fresh summer citrus scent lies in the air, which, in addition to the citrus plantation scent, also evokes slight associations of lemon grass.
Passing the small, picturesque villages with their cliffs, we reach Fréjus at some point, around which the lush green meadows are mowed. Pure summer feeling. The smell of freshly cut grass is a welcome change from the whole citrus fruit.
Only a few kilometres later we pass an old farm, which is situated north of our route on the mountainside. A fire set fire to a small field in front of the farmhouse. A thin cloud of smoke moves from there in our direction and causes a slight melancholy on this wonderful summer day.
After passing Fréjus, our cabriolet takes the last few metres along the winding road to Saint-Tropez. The smells of lemon, freshly cut grass and smoky balsam slowly fade on the way and make room for new experiences. A beautiful summer day is drawing to a close.
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