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

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.



































July 16, 2018

Cup of Jo



Delighted to be featured on Cup of Jo today…an interview where we talked about parenting and our life here in Provence. Here is the link to the interview and photos: Cup of Jo

July 2, 2018

Valensole Lavender Fields



The other evening we drove not an hour away to the lavender fields of the Valensole Plateau. They were completely ripe. We roved these rows feeling wonder, all senses rapt. The whir of bees buzzing set the tone, intoxicating air. Romy even got a sting we were so far in the lavender.



















May 30, 2018

Roaring Red



Provence poppies are as extraordinary as another other flower phenomenon - lavender, jasmine fields, roses. May is peak. Each year the peak fields change. It is all wild - just self seeded explosion of crimson. I stopped breathlessly near the rows of vineyards where the poppies had grown thick between each one. Stripes of green and red.







At the end of the day the fields swell with sensuality, velveteen waves. I stood in this one to watch the line of poppies in the distance swallow the sun.



May 8, 2018

An adventure to Sardinia



“I’m going to sleep on a boat!” Romy and Colette told everyone they could in the weeks leading up to Sardinia. Eyes wide, breathing deeply in anticipation. Hard to imagine such an occurrence. Then the day came and we all pulled up to the port in Toulon with a similar feeling of anticipation for our week in Sardinia.

We were looking for a new place, for beaches, time under the sun and the moon, a bit of wildness (even more than we have at home) and all of this all together. We drove our car onto the giant cruise liner that ferries people from the southern coast of France to Corsica and Sardinia. We chose the overnight option because the passage is 10 hours and at least some of that could be spent sleeping (fingers crossed).

Once aboard, we climbed up the narrow stairs and up and again each floor until we found the 7th floor of the boat, where our cabins were located. The girls burst into the room and began shrieking. Two bunk beds, ladders, a big window looking out onto the sea, small lights on each bed, a tiny bathroom with a shower. They couldn’t believe their luck. It was like a sleepover and one of the invitees was the boat itself. Paranoid that Romy would escape the cabin, walk through the halls looking for us, see door after door, floor after floor looking exactly the same, Xavier ended up sleeping in their cabin with one eye open the whole night.











Alghero, Sardinia



We started our time in Sardinia in Alghero, on the northeastern side of the island. A charming old village with tame and beautiful beaches all within 15 kilometers. Our goal was to try a new beach every day. Spiaggia delle Bombarde. Spiaggia di Mugoni. The waters were clear and turquoise, just as we had imagined. We were very lucky and had perfect sun and 80 degrees (28 degrees celsius). Sandcastles and beach flowers, naked little girls feeling the thrill of sunny freedom, space, handstands, and for me - proper swims (at least 30 minutes each go in the water). Lunch on the beach wearing bare sandy feet and towels around our bathing suits.

































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