plan for a summer holiday

Darrin and I are planning to travel around the towns in the South of France where so many well-known artists loved and stayed and died.  We will fly to and stay here, Aix-en-provence.

I got a travel book from Korea and still getting some tips from the web in order to arrange the schedule for the trip.

One of my favorite photographers, Bresson loved Provence as well.  And you can not think about this lovely place without Vincent van Gogh and his paintings.

@ Provence France_ Henri Cartier-Bresson(1999)

The Starry Night_ 1889

The cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum, Arles_ 1888

Here's another artist, Don Mclean.

He wrote the beautiful song, VINCENT as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...