Deborah Lawrenson

When you think of the glamorous coastal resorts of the South of France, the first names to spring to mind are the really famous ones like N...

This little stone figure peeps from a casing high on a building at the corner of the Place de la Poste in St Christol in the Vaucluse. It...

Dom pointed down the valley: ‘That’s full of cloud and mist on autumn mornings. It looks like snowfields.’    He could have left it there a...

Together we managed to haul out what remained of the statue (head and torso and one arm), cleaned her battered body (but not too much), an...

If any town has a claim to being a market town, it is Apt. Every Saturday morning for 800 years, there has been a market in its narrow str...

"That's how artists change the world. They see beauty that is overlooked by the fashion of the day. Then others come to their show...

Yesterday I stood inside a painting by Vincent Van Gogh: surrounded, taken up and transported by colour and movement. Music by Saint-Saens ...