I have rarely seen the South of France looking as well as it does at the moment. After a few rainy days, the hills and lush meadows are awash with colour - it really is a pleasure to be driving around at the moment, with the snow capped mountains, the azure blue med sparkling and the bright colourful flowers greeting you on every corner.
A field of red poppies, begging to be picked, stopped me in my tracks yesterday - Much to the amusement of passing traffic and a few wolf whistles ( me , delighted! - you gotta love French men for their open appreciation!), I picked a huge bunch of poppies and snapped a few photos.
A little secret though : poppies smell like cows pee pee , so best to leave them there for the next passerby to admire . My car still stinks!