Author: elizabethdhunter

Each day here I am surprised and charmed by a new plant, flower, seed, or animal. Figs, olives, cactus, geckos, herons, red chipmunks, passionflowers, hawthorns… I can smell the biodiversity of this place. Thick, pungent smells of pines and roses and cedars hit me when I walk through the park and streets, and whiffs of…

Close your eyes and breathe deeply; it’s like you’re in a tree house in the top of a majestic pine forest. The smell is thick and sweet, cinnamon-sea. The pines extend into an urban forest protected by the municipality, la Fôrêt des pierres blanches (the White Stone Forest) that spills into red roof houses and…