The Camargue is not all pink flamingos, black bulls, and white horses. Those are there too, and we’ll talk about them in a day or so, but for now, let’s nestle into another Camargue, the part that’s made of old walls
an even older staircase
an inviting hallway
and a welcoming bed.
I leave the rest to your imagination, may it flower like love, an old, inviting, and welcoming love. Forget all that young love, new love hype. If you have a love that’s stood the test of time, aged to silver, burnished to gold, hold on tight.