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

January 31, 2011

Marie's



Perhaps my favorite place in Paris is my sister-in-law's apartment. When I walk up the winding wooden stairs, there, waiting for me are two or three suspended heads. They pop out just at the moment when I've rounded the corner for the final round. And the heads are just as nice when I get inside.







And, I've said it before, but I'll say it again because it becomes more and more that way - Marie's apartment is her atelier. Her life sort of happens around where she does art. Her dining room table has been appropriated as an artists' desk and now the family eats around the table in the next room, everyone sitting on cushions or the floor or holding their plates on their laps. Last night, she explained how she does not want people to have their 'places' at the table - how it wreaks of sexism - the woman closest to the kitchen, etc (well, in this family, Fabien, my brother-in-law, does all the cooking) and how she likes when even dinner stays spontaneous. I love it. Not very French, this one's approach.







Here, Marie explains her magic and her next inspiration. Marie loved me before any other French person (except maybe Marguerite, but she was so little she didn't count as French yet and, of course, Xavier, who came very first). She let me in and she's kept me in and I love her and even France for it.





4 comments:

Jill said...

I bet they were all so happy to have a visit from you Em.

I like Marie's approach to dinner as well. You're right, not so French.

Maria Petrova said...

mmmmmmmmm... the way you write, Em, is so delicious... And, Marie, I love your spontaneity and freedom. Un vrai artiste!

la_sale_bete said...

What a wonderful artistic home! And that lollipop looks really good.

Rosie said...

How wonderful to have loved ones in Paris! Give them all our love! Beautiful pictures. Love you...

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