A village in the Lubéron, Provence, where I live.
This is a small village at the base of the first decent block to the mighty mistral. This street is one of the widest here. Below the flags are the municipal lavatories (possibly an unpatriotic, or at least humorous act).
I was interested to learn at a recent storytelling event (we have them in Provence, the land of troubadours after all) that there were only two victims of the last outbreak of plague here in the 18th century. They were shot trying to run the quarantine. Obviously, I’ve settled in the right place…
The alarming slant on the right is quite genuine.
Technical details: Canon 5DII, TSE-45 mm lens, post-processing for B&W treatment in Lightroom 2.5. Two glasses of Aberlour consumed in the process