In Saint Rémy, life happens on the terraces.
Under the plane trees, the cafés fill from the first morning coffee to the sunset aperitif, and there is an inherent rhythm and ritual to it.
You might be the one picking up your newspaper at the Presse shop down the road, strolling back to your favourite sunny spot for an espresso and a croissant.
Or the one with a tea and a great book, pausing solo in the afternoon. Or the joyful aperitif type, olives and almonds, gearing up for dinner, meeting friends and bubbling about.










































