The door that leads to my friend's home right around the corner from where I live.
As there is hardly any parking in our village center, walking is the easiest way to travel. It takes me as long to walk to her house as it does to walk to my car.
Last night's dinner. Produce from the nearby farmer. Fresh off the vine. Homemade cuisine:
Pumpkin soup with a hint of ginger.
Green beans, tomatoe, hard boiled eggs, and rice salad.
Sliced baguette with artichoke pate.
Most French villages are circular in design. The church or city hall being in the center.
In the south, the Provencal region of France, the houses and shutters are often pastel color, with red tile roofs, called "tuiles".
In fact everything we need is in walking distance. That is the luxury of living in a small French village: You never have to use your car for the basic needs of running a household.
The grocer, the doctor, the post office, the church, the bar (like how I put church and bar next to each other?) the bakery, the hardware store, the bank, the gift shop, the pharmacy.... all within five minutes on foot.
When you live in the village center you can hear the church bells, and the children palying at recess.
I also hear our neighbor's chickens. It doesn't bother me.... but if they bring in a rooster I might consider eating chicken.
Though it takes more than five minutes because one runs into everyone and their dog. Two kisses, and "Ca-va?" Takes time, and that is an extra plus.
The only thing missing is the brocante... since garage sales are not allowed there is a bi-annual brocante in our village, like there is in every village in France. But there isn't a Brocante shop... and that is a downright sad, real sad. But even more sad is that my family and YOU do not live nearby...
Ah if only you, my family, and the brocante were in my village, it would be perfect.
What is your neck of the woods like?