Holly and I once sipped an exquisite Bordeaux about a block from where Vincent Van Gogh painted in the Saint-Rémy-de-Provence. It was a languid summer evening full of music and stars. I’ve always loved all things Van Gogh – his art, his passion and yes his tragic story. We sipped the wine in Place Favier that night and whispered sweet words to each other. Such a beautiful, romantic memory. Vincent, “This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.”
