Lifestyle by ROSIER, the magazine - edition 2022

The Luberon is the song of silence. The silence that soothes, that calms, that allows you to sleep for real. A silence of freedom, a silence of cinema.
The peaceful calm of the mountains, the olive trees, the lavender. The silence of the rock, of the limestone, of the noble materials. The silence that let the sighs and smiles burst.
It was with a heavy heart and arms full of luggage that my husband and I had arrived in the region. We had spouted miles of reproaches on the rails that led us to Avignon.
And it was on the station platform that I heard this silence for the first time. We had exhausted our catalogue of pettiness, or else we were sufficiently amazed by this song of peace that it no longer occurred to us to pollute it with our bickering.
I think we had lost our breath and Gordes gave it back to us. We visited the region by bike. The extent of its plains, its vineyards, its astronomical rocks with their fiery colours. The village of Roussillon, its ochre colours, earthy and so joyful. The «Escalier» perched restaurant. This bell tower. I thought I was in an italian village, in a spanich alley in Valence. So this is Provence.
The smile of the Luberon is that of the Rosier family. That of JeanChristophe who introduced me to the region, and of his parents Annie and Christian, outstanding cooks and seasoned readers. Annie and Christian shared their cooking secrets with me and it is thanks to their olive oil and the thyme from their garden that my husband and I were reconciled. Christian taught me that the recipe for over 50 years of marriage is to feel free. How can you not feel like you’re growing wings in a region like this?
Our marriage now has the taste of fig jam, honey and wine from the region.

The Luberon is so beautiful.