Under the continuous chanting of the cicadas, the branches of the olive trees slowly rustle in the heat of the summer. A few meters away, the fruit begins to take shape. Between the carefully maintained rows of the estate L-Olivade, in La Ciotat,...
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Under the continuous chanting of the cicadas, the branches of the olive trees slowly rustle in the heat of the summer. A few meters away, the fruit begins to take shape. Between the carefully maintained rows of the estate L-Olivade, in La Ciotat,...