Like a colour scheme for a bank.

Nothing quite so beautiful as the blue sky, white capped mountains, grey green spring maquis, and the pink blossom of the peach groves sprayed by bright sun rays.

Nothing quite so beautiful as a walk in early spring through the orchards and down to the river. To hear the spring water splash through the outwash gravel and to gurgle over giant erratics. To smell the sweet heady scent of yellow laburnum in the shade by a babbling arrosages.