In the tiniest villages of Provence, behind unassuming doors on narrow lanes or screeching motorways, Ms. Steinbach was introduced to secret worlds. People passionate about plants and the relationship of plants and personal well-being, poured their hearts and souls into these hidden treasures. There are no doubt those secret places in Leran, but I do not know them...yet. But I have seen the doors.
Down the lane from Rue du Four are the unattached garden plots. They are sacred grounds to those that care for them, some having constructed elaborate garden sheds and others more humble structures. These plots, while a short distance from the village, are deeded to village houses, and are sold with a house. They run along the river, and clever mechanisms pump water for flowers and vegetables. There is always a chair or two and a little shade. The fruits of individual gardener's labors are evident as they cycle back and forth with daily baskets of produce and flowers.
Other villagers take advantage of morning or afternoon sun and adorn the entrance to their maison with inviting wisteria, geranium, roses, succulent or even small citrus trees. 2 litre bottles of water are often propped next to the flower pots, ready to be poured to quench a thirsty plant. (Click on the pictures to enlarge).