The blindfold comes off, and it takes me a few awestruck moments to notice we’re sitting on a plush collection of pillows and blankets in the middle of some room. I glance around the space. Hues of blues, deep greens, and blacks flood the room. A projection of Starry Night sways across the bare walls, and I stretch out my hand, watching the long tendrils of Saint-Rémy-de-Provence reflect against my skin.
