⪧ We left our life in New York City to make a new one in Provence ⪦

October 31, 2018

Bormes-les-Mimosas



A very good friend and I took a day to go on an October adventure along the coast. We headed to Bormes-les-Mimosas and started our odyssey at the Fort de Bregançon, the French President's Côte d’Azur retreat. The Sentier du Littoral (the shoreline trail), which runs along the entire coast of France, gets garbled here - purposefully we surmised, for Presidential security.



We had to make our way down a cliff, hanging on branches and sliding on our bums. Then we had some rock climbing and jumping into the water to make our way along the shore.

It was intense, so we stopped at a tiny pocket cove beach. We stripped and dove in for a good swim. The day was a mistral day, intense gusts creating white accents across the surface of the turquoise water, taking our breath away, especially as we swam out beyond the protection of the enclaves of the rocky coast. Soon we found ourselves drifting far. My friend wasn’t as keen on the rock climbing and scrambling we had been doing and we spotted a wide, sandy beach along the coast ahead. We agreed we could split and meet there. She would swim and I would grab our stuff and take the rocky shore passage.

The swim back was wild. I was being pulled by the current and I had to swim hard against it to make it back to our cove beach. With the wind I was gulping water and was actually a bit nervous by the effort (and I am a strong swimmer). In any case, my friend was helped by the current and made it relatively quickly to the beach far to the east.

I loved the scramble once back on land. Several times I had to pile everything on my back and on my head to jump into the water below, the cliffs were so steep above me.

We met back up and sat on a rocky cliff staring out over the sea to eat our lunch.

Bellies full, skin salty, hair wind-wild, we kept going. We ended at a beach just beneath the Domaine de la Reine-Jeanne. We were all alone in what felt like a wild fragment of the Côte d’Azur perfectly preserved (so rare on that coast). Just indigenous plant and sea life - dreamlike conservation of the natural biodiversity. It was a day to wish for. We were glazed by the beauty by the end. Good friendship in the context of perfect beauty.























October 30, 2018

Skeleton Wedding



One of my favorite things about Marguerite is her constant creativity. She is always in production mode, building and crafting, researching and devising, giving birth to all sorts of new creations. For Halloween she thought it appropriate to orchestrate a wedding between the two skeletons that were hanging around outside our house. Baskets full of costumes, hats, wigs - options for the big day materialized. Each girl carried more than her arms could handle, tumbling down the stairs in a rush to get the bride and groom ready. Wax rings, a veil and a marriage certificate, music from the Fisher Price record player, flowers and wedding attendees. All symphonized by Mademoiselle Marguerite, the great. She's convinced she wants to be an event planner one day...the possibilities are endless for this one.










Love was in the air


Making it official

October 25, 2018

Sausset-les-Pins



Beautiful October evening in Sausset-les-Pins, all together, washed by flaxen light. We watched the sun and the lighthouse in the distance converge on the horizon. Romy hauled rocks she could hardly lift to the brim of the sea, stood there catching her breath before heaving them into the water to land only a few inches from her feet. Colette fastidiously built castle walls and moats. Marguerite flickered along the shore, her silhouette casting a shadow in the sun. Xavier and I toasted ourselves in their light.

















August 5, 2018

Marché Flottant à L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue



I stepped into a work of art today: L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue’s storied floating market. Held the first Sunday of August, I had circled this day in red on my calendar months ago. I found a spot right along the bank of the Sorgue river and there they were, the market vendors floating on their wooden “barques” selling their goods. Olives, wine, tapenade, tarines, chèvre (with a goat aboard), eggs (with chickens aboard), fruits and vegetables - and such lovely children and faces. We were all in love with a few of the women - ruby red lips, braided hair, straw hats framing French elegance. Spectacular really.



































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