in the play of light and shadow, the cours mirabeau comes alive in chiaroscuro. a figure moves across the boulevard, her silhouette a dark inkblot on the sun-drenched canvas. trees stand as sentinels of history, whispering stories of past promenades in the late afternoon breeze. the pavement glows, a river of gold underfoot, leading to the heart of aix-en-provence, where every step is a dance with time.