When I was young, every summer in August, my family and I would leave the city and spend a month in the small village of Mira to take part in the lavender harvest.
Every house in the village was painted white with a lime wash to keep the interiors cool and provide protection from the hot summer sun. But I remember, in August, when I was there, I’d see ol…
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