Another amazing sight throughout the Provence countryside is the wild Centranthus that grows with abandon in the old limestone walls. The narrow lanes of the perch villages are pretty much lined with honey-colored stacked-stone walls of various heights, depending on whether it is holding back a hill or keeping cars and bikes from going over the edge. They are of various patterns (basketweave is my favorite), but always topped with a line of vertical stones, like books on a shelf. From many of the crevices spill the deep rose mounds of Centranthus. The rich-rose flowers seen against the honey walls is a beautiful (and unforgettable) sight.
The other flower is in the carrot family, similar to Queen Ann's Lace, but with a little extra lace around the edge and a bit larger. Don't know the name.