My twin and I set off on a trip around Provence. We soon realized that the “must see” towns were still all jumping with tourists in late September. We changed plans and headed to the hills – literally! From landing in Nice we arrived in Tourrettes-sur-Loup, perched on a rock-face. I started painting immediately, conscious that the lavenders, pastel-blue shutters, creamy stone walls, cloudless, ultramarine-blue skies could make a painting look “too pretty”. And yet everything was too pretty! Both palettes I’d brought needed paring down, bright surfaces had to have corresponding shadow colours to pull off the bright sunlit glow. Steep steps up to the front door in Tourrettes-sur-Loup, where we stayed From Tourrettes we traveled via Grasse, of perfume fame, with enchanting pedestrian streets signaled by high-hung pink umbrellas. A galaxy of pink hung umbrellas mark the pedestrian routes in picturesque Grasse Then on to the Luberon where chocolate-box, small hamlets abounded. On the w...