It is said that one day the beautiful Fairy Lavandula, looking for a nice place to live, began looking through his book of landscapes.
Get into the page of Provence, she stopped and beginning to cry at the sight of those poor wildlands.
The tears fell on the page blotting it and she tried in vain to wipe her blue eyes as tiny droplets continued to soak those lands.
Desperate then drew a large stretch of blue sky on Provence, to forget all those spots.
Since then, the lavender grows in those lands formerly uncultivated, a spot of color under the blue sky of Provence[...]
I found this purple spot some miles from my home and for a moment I believe I was there...in those beautiful lands.