Italy is less than two hours from our doorstep. My neighbor. Seductive enchanting Italy. I love that. Zip across the border, Italian enchantment rushes up, grabs me, Bacio qui! Limoncello in the afternoon, and back to oh la la France in the evening.
San Remo is a lovely seaside town. Every Tuesday and Saturday morning there is a market. Yeah, yeah I know markets galore in France, so why drive two and a half hours for a market?
Italy that is way!
Thick hot chocolate,
A change of scenery,
The smell of Pizza, garlic and oregano,
L'Erbolario, one of my favorite shops. Natural products, wonderful fragrances, soaps and the best herb tea, red fruit tisane. Christmas gifts.
J'adore this black coat. Hidden buttons, the back side of the stand up collar was in leather.
Sleek, chic, yum.
Do I need a coat?
Christmas shopping was the goal, and that coat stopped almost got me off track.
Taking a photo of it helped me feel like I put it in my closet.
Silly me with silly ideas.
In the town center next to the tower.
Cashmere scarves for 10 Euros, cashmere sweater for 35 Euros, beautiful leather belts for 20 Euros... leather gloves 8 Euros...
Though the quality is superior than the price lets on.
My favorite is the food! Massive pieces of two year old Parmesan cheese, people were lined up for a fifteen minute wait.
Animal print purses ...everywhere. Then of course LMAO song started playing in my head
Like I said silly me.
San Remo: Old meets new.
Note those new street lamps next to the old facade?
I wished those street lamps would disappear.
If I was on the city planning I would be barking against those sort of lamps.
I like new things, I do... but not this style of new.
For example new things like gadgets.
French Husband loves gadgets, or I should say sorting through gadgets.
I do not like this sort of shopping...
But, I must say if finds the best things! Techy can of cool stuff that I do not even know what it is until he explains it, then I want it too!
San Remo market has its share of gadgets.
You just know how to romance life,
Conversation outside, bundled up in love with hot chocolate and hand holding...
Italians just ooze sensuality.
Then France came along and took me home.
(I'll announce the winners of the French Antique Guessing Game tomorrow. So many great, funny answers!)