We have lived nearly twenty some years in the countryside outside of Marseille. Before that we lived in Marseille and Paris. Our oldest friends, or I should say my oldest friends in France live in Marseille. We met over twenty years ago but that is another story.
Michelle and Herve invited us to lunch today.
Michelle's youngest son Nicolas and Morgane had a baby boy six weeks ago. I knew Nicolas when he was six or so. Today I held his baby.
The years felt like silk ribbons connecting us together... a May pole dance of sorts.
Michelle helped me a great deal when I lived in Marseille. At that time Chelsea was three and Sacha was a newborn. I had ovarian cancer. Michelle was a life savor. I will never forget her love, her help, her constant care in my life at that moment. There were others my family, Erika... Ellen... and my French connection Michelle.
As I am plannng to blog differently this year I will be showing you more of my intimate circle. Michelle and her family are a big part of that circle: A generous ribbon of unimaginable color.
Nicholas and his newborn son Leon.
The joy of holding life newly given.
Michelle and Herve have three sons, and five grandchildren so far. The photo above is of their oldest grand daughter: Anna.
I loved the light playing around her, the intensity of her inspiring scissors, the play of shadows as she created.
Michelle is an excellent inventive cook. Every meal ends with a salad and cheese from the Basque region where she grew up.
I have flavorable memories sharing and being around their table. Oh that international table where hunger is never known.
Marseille today at the old port.
Who is one of your oldest friends?