Small star of Provence

I leave free course to my desire to transmit of a light and untied feather my scintillating family epopee. I fly, I fly away… Scintillate, scintillate small star, as a diamond which you are… Through gilded Provence, in the blue sky harms velvety… Scintillate, scintillates small star as a jewel which you are… Bridge of Avignon to its palace, fruity scents and winged Mistral… Plunge in a true family saga as of the end of the 19th century in the South of France in order to discover small star of Provence which scintillates in the sky and in the middle of our memories.