Clinging to the cliffside, the village of Moustiers-Sainte-Marie gently blazes under the last golden rays of the autumn sun. The ochre roofs and narrow streets are tinged with a gentle warmth that reveals all the poetry of the place. As the light fades, a sense of calm envelops the village, as if time were slowing down to let us admire the beauty of this suspended moment.
Clinging to the cliffside, the village of Moustiers-Sainte-Marie gently blazes under the last golden rays of the autumn sun. The ochre roofs and narrow streets are tinged with a gentle warmth that reveals all the poetry of the place. As the light fades, a sense of calm envelops the village, as if time were slowing down to let us admire the beauty of this suspended moment.
