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Standing in the quiet winter garden where Van Gogh once poured out his passion…
Unlike the vivid petals bursting with color in Van Gogh’s paintings, the garden at Espace Van Gogh in January was hushed — life seeming to hold its breath in the cold. But still, there was something powerful about being here. I was standing in the very place where his artistic fire once burned so brightly.
Arles in winter felt peaceful, humble, yet filled with an invisible spark — a city where everyday simplicity and artistic spirit quietly coexisted.
And oh, the weather! After shivering my way through icy Avignon, Arles welcomed me with the kind of soft, sunny warmth that felt like a blessing. 💛