I was just out of college and living 20 miles north in Aix-en-Provence.
She looked a little older than when he had seen her at Aix-en-Provence.
In 1839 he was born at Aix-en-Provence, and for forty years he painted patiently in the manner of his master Pissarro.
He bewailed the loss of his automobile that had perished of senile decay at Aix-en-Provence.
She wanted to push on, and her one thought of Aix-en-Provence was for lunch.