Sunday Afternoon
French husband and I went for a drive on Sunday afternoon. We stopped at this cafe because it look like a picture postcard, and seemed all alone.
Cobbled stone steps made me wish I had worn flat shoes.
French husband with his thoughts in the clouds dreaming of the flying machine.
Silence extends a hand in the canyons of the little streets.
The terre cuite tiles form the rooftop which reminds me of an Easter bonnet. My imagination starts to see the clothes hanging as the hat's ribbons.
Noticing many vacant maisons de village (houses in town,) French husband points out that the real estate market might be interesting.
It just goes to show you who is the imaginative one in this group.
photos: From a village in the south of France.






Thank you for taking me on a sunday outing. Everything seems so quiet.
Those clothes drying in the balconies are so typical in here. Some people find it ugly and 3rd worldish but I find it so poetic.
Posted by: simple me | 01 April 2007 at 12:41 PM
Oh comme c'est jolie cette village!
Posted by: Carol | 29 March 2007 at 04:08 PM
hello corey, where is it? I live in the south of france, in VAR
Posted by: cris | 28 March 2007 at 08:45 AM
I love those little French villages where it seems time stands still and you scrape the car on the walls either side of the road - only enough room for a donkey and cart.
Posted by: Di Overton | 27 March 2007 at 09:13 AM
Beautiful images and story Corey. Reading this felt like I was right there next to you.
Posted by: Nora | 27 March 2007 at 08:58 AM
merci corey pour votre façon de parler de mon pays et notamment ma chère Provence ! je suis native du var et je connais très bien mais je n'ai pas reconnu le village... Quel est son nom ?
Posted by: Francoise | 27 March 2007 at 08:21 AM
And how was the Bar du Var, Corey? This town looks awfully familiar...is it possible that I visited it sometime? Perhaps, or perhaps another with a similar look. Did you get rained or snowed upon during the day? No, I think that weather was on Saturday and not Sunday, right? Good!
Meilleurs voeux!!
Posted by: bluevicar | 27 March 2007 at 07:11 AM
I love these multi-photo posts that tell a story I can make up myself...
I only wish the picture of Yann had been...um...a close-up? :)
Posted by: ParisBreakfasts | 27 March 2007 at 06:53 AM
Maybe I could get a good deal up there??;)
Posted by: Vanessa | 27 March 2007 at 05:52 AM
I loved the abandoned cafe. I hope you went in for coffee.
The cobblestairs are something out of a gothic fairytale.
So beautiful!
Posted by: Blue | 27 March 2007 at 04:34 AM
Wish I was right there with you and F.H., Corey. Your photos are so lovely - especially the photograph of the pink buildings. Are they really that colour? Lovely.
Posted by: susanna | 27 March 2007 at 04:25 AM
what a wonderful little trip! i am sure you guys complement each other, the dreamer, the realist.
Posted by: Veronica TM | 27 March 2007 at 04:13 AM
what a delightful afternoon...my two year old would call that bonnet a princess hat...
Posted by: tommiea | 27 March 2007 at 03:04 AM
i think you should write a picture book for adults.
Posted by: risa | 27 March 2007 at 03:00 AM
totally amazed that you walked those steps in heels!!! Did you sashay?
Corey Responds:
I should have sasha-ied down the stairs....Maybe then Yann would have had his eyes on me instead of his head in the clouds!
Posted by: gracie | 27 March 2007 at 02:43 AM
Oh, goodness yes, stash some flats in the car! I remember walking the cobbled streets of Montmartre at 17 in heels; I kept getting wedged. What a lovely place you live!
Posted by: Nancy, aka Bookfool | 27 March 2007 at 01:42 AM
It's always so interesting for me to see how other places really look. Great photos.
Posted by: ally bean | 26 March 2007 at 09:37 PM
Oh, buy one French Husband! We'll have a blog retreat and eat buttery radishes and hear tales of the wild blue yonder!
Posted by: shabbyinthecity | 26 March 2007 at 09:25 PM
I love the Easter bonnet and its pretty ribbons! And all those cobblestones... they make the ones in Boston look tame!
Posted by: Beachy | 26 March 2007 at 09:18 PM
I get a little depressed in Provence during the winter and early Spring when all of the towns are shut up and quiet. It is so much more lively in the summer.
Posted by: Linda | 26 March 2007 at 09:06 PM
I get a little depressed in Provence during the winter and early Spring when all of the towns are shut up and quiet. It is so much more lively in the summer.
Posted by: Linda | 26 March 2007 at 09:06 PM
Perhaps the real estate is so cheap we could be neighbors? dreaming here...
Of course I would have to fly to move and we both know that wont happen.
Miss you too!
Posted by: lauren | 26 March 2007 at 08:32 PM
What? No one was playing pétanque? It must have been siesta time!
Posted by: meredith | 26 March 2007 at 06:31 PM
So lovely of you to take us with you....yes...I see the easter bonnet...with all the frills upon it.....
Posted by: Gypsy Purple-Chamara | 26 March 2007 at 06:13 PM
I love cobblestone paths and the iron on the balcany's...yes real estate in the South of France might be interesting!
:)
a.
Posted by: andrea | 26 March 2007 at 05:50 PM
I love the texture and color of this town. So would many others, I bet. Tell French Husband to give it a whirl. Bon Chance
Posted by: AnnieElf | 26 March 2007 at 05:20 PM
Oh my! How fantastic! Thank you for sharing! I cannot imagine..in my wildest dreams, what it must be like to live there! You are so fortunate! I a mthere in spirit..see? that is moi peeping out over my laundry....
Posted by: pam aries | 26 March 2007 at 04:55 PM
Such beauty in simple images...
Posted by: Lei | 26 March 2007 at 04:46 PM
C'est ou? On va le visiter ensemble en Mai, oui? (Mais oui!)
Posted by: Sheba | 26 March 2007 at 04:43 PM
This reminds me of a post I did last summer on how the gold-fringed ginkgo leaves reminded me of frilly petticoats. We are birds of a feather ;-)
Perhaps a sensible pair of shoes stashed permanently might be a good idea--those cobblestone steps look lethal for one in heels of any type.
In all, a lovely day I'm sure.
Posted by: Star | 26 March 2007 at 03:54 PM
nothing like a sunday drive! love those houses...
Posted by: susan | 26 March 2007 at 03:02 PM
A beautiful Sunday drive. I hate to see houses abandoned -- I just want to adopt them all. Here in North Carolina we often drive past old farm houses with no life left in them and I want to sneak inside -- to feel their history and hear the sounds of the people who used to live, laugh and love in that house.
Posted by: Penny | 26 March 2007 at 02:53 PM
what a beautiful afternoon drive...wonderful pictures!
those cobbled stairs look so ancient - love it!!
Posted by: Anastasia | 26 March 2007 at 02:43 PM
Love the narrow streets and cobbled stone steps, there's something beautiful about a quiet village. Abandoned buildings, is what I love. I'm sure your mind was on taking in the breathtaking scenery...
Posted by: cruststation | 26 March 2007 at 02:07 PM
How WAS the Bar du Var? Looks like a fun adventure.
Posted by: constance | 26 March 2007 at 01:47 PM
How picturesque everything seemed. But I'm wondering where all the people were.
Posted by: Shannon | 26 March 2007 at 01:35 PM
Thank you for sharing our day out...love those cobblestone steps and walls. That is a place I could definitely dream in...
Posted by: nel | 26 March 2007 at 01:32 PM
French husbands are like that aren't they? :) Beautiful photos! I've been enjoying your blog for about a week now, Maggie shared the link with me.
Posted by: Francine | 26 March 2007 at 12:48 PM
Wonderful leaps and comparisons.
French husband grabs those kite stings and brings the enterprise back to earth, doesn't he?
Posted by: tut-tut | 26 March 2007 at 11:58 AM
While you were driving to your delightful little French village I was driving down the Napa Valley.
I thought of you when I stopped to take some vineyard photo's. They're on my blog.
Darla
Posted by: darla | 26 March 2007 at 11:55 AM
Beautiful pictures Corey! and the narrative, I love it!
Posted by: Catalina | 26 March 2007 at 11:54 AM
Blessings to you my sweet lovely friend.
Your adventures are fabulous.
I feel as though I am part French through you.
Ooooh La La...........
blessings!
Posted by: Jeanne | 26 March 2007 at 11:49 AM
Ah, the flat shoes/cobblestone issue. I know it well :) Beautiful photos, as always!
Posted by: sognatrice | 26 March 2007 at 11:48 AM
Such lovely photos, Corey! Sounds like a nice afternoon. And I do see the Easter bonnet and its ribbons!
Posted by: Paris Parfait | 26 March 2007 at 11:44 AM
My heart just aches at these pictures too. It's what I dream of when I think of France, a certain glow to the stones and feeling in the air, and what I felt of the little snatches i saw of things from the train in the moonlight on my way home from Germany (long story).
Oh wow, its that second image especially...
A Blessed Week ()( Wendy
Posted by: wendy | 26 March 2007 at 11:35 AM
Corey,
Why is my heart beating faster at these pictures?
rel
Posted by: rel | 26 March 2007 at 11:13 AM