Provence is heat on your skin and light that lingers long after the sun has gone. It’s olive oil warm from the press, rosé sweating on the table, and the sound of cicadas threading through the air. Markets spill over with peaches and salt, voices mingling with the scent of lavender and bread still warm. You eat outside because the world feels wider there, laughter, light, and flavor all blending into one endless afternoon. This is Provence as it truly is, raw, sunlit, and alive.