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The people of Provence greeted spring with uncharacteristic briskness, as if nature had given everyone an injection of sap.

Peter Mayle

The people of Provence greeted spring with uncharacteristic briskness, as if nature had given everyone an injection of sap.

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About Peter Mayle

Peter Mayle ( "mail"; 14 June 1939 – 18 January 2018) was a British businessman turned author who moved to France in the 1980s. He wrote a series of bestselling memoirs of his life there, beginning with A Year in Provence (1989).