A small village in southern France. I’m wandering around, amazed.
It feels like paradise.
There is no space for pain and drama under the palm trees.
Visiting people in their homes, gestures replace words.
Faces covered by tiny lines.
Flowers on their walls, flowers everywhere.
by Delphine Perrin (France)
by Virginie Pérocheau (France)
by Shiva Akhlaghi (Luxembourg)
by Stéphane Vasco (France)
by Marcus Bayer (Germany)
by Pierre-Yves Lesage (France)
by Christian Waegt (Germany)
by Markus Ludwig (Germany)
