A city is a set of strangers agreeing, for a few seconds, to occupy the same rectangle. The portrait you get on the street is never really of a person. It is of a decision — to look up, to look away, to keep walking.
The village is the opposite problem. In Gordes nobody is a stranger and nothing is passing through, so the photograph has to be about the stone.
Four million decisions a day about whether to meet someone's eye.
A hill town in the Luberon where the buildings and the hill are the same colour and, in places, the same object.