The autumn season is cooling the summer away, the leaves are changing and soon the melons will not adorn the grocer's shelves. The fading summer nights lead to dining inside.
The house next door is nearly done. I have slipped on taking photos of the progress. Hopefully it should be done this weekend, and then we will re start in Cassis.
I hope you will come stay, it is a lovely spot.
Come to France let me show you what I adore, the "slow travel" as my friend Peggy calls it. Taking time to be, to listen, to soak in the simple pleasures. To not care if you see it all, rather to be present to the moment at hand.
Fresh with olive oil, salt, vinegar and a hint of garlic.
Multi color rainbow radishes.
Wash the lemons add them whole to a jug of water and a handful of blueberries, you can refill it with water several times.
A watercolor that hangs in my kitchen
Tapas to share with...
Franki moved half way across the world to follow love. Married with children we had much in common on what it is like to uproot one homeland for another and how to raise children with two cultures. Thank you for meeting me Franki and for the lovely meal shared in Cassis.
A painting I picked up at the brocante and will be listing soon. Provence pure slice of beauty.
Do not come to France on a diet, otherwise you will torture yourself.
A massive wooden butcher block, worn movement in the wood. Though a beautiful object it haunts with the reason it is that way.
The last of the summer delight.