Do you have the dent douce? Perhaps you merely have the thirst from so long on Le Grand Tour, eh? Saint-Just has the solution élégante. We will murder two birds with but a single rock. A rock that is wet! I speak of the waters of Provence, but I speak in Occitan, the ancien language of the South!
There we find the honey waters where they rise in the Alpes-Maritimes and flow slowly and very sticky to all of Provence. The cows and the goats, how they love to chew the honey water, and so our cheese is so sweet! And the little boys and girls love to play in the honey lake all day until their parents peel them off and take them home. It is so easy to honey-water-ski, for you go at nice safe speed all the time!
Come, my friends and visit soon the waters of Provence, where, as the Occitane poet sang very very long ago…
Le fleuve est délicieux.
Bruit d’un oiseau.The waters they are sweet,
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