Such a good spot to soak up lovely people.
Marguerite's twirls (the billow of that skirt would make me proud too).
Bare feet on a cool garden path.
Shreds of garden.
Arrivals from the ferry.
Bold greens, picked by an 8-year old.
Chris' pies (he packed them in) - beauties of precise, carefully milled perfectionism.
Romy looking like a grown-up human baby.
And perfect in this room.
Yoga poses with John in the morning and with everyone on the breakwater rocks.
Painting - sisters. Marguerite opened shop in front of John's house and sold some of her work - earning enough to buy a serious art kit to reinfuse value in her operation. Impressive. Colette sang along.
Marc lazing about.
Sleeping babes.
2 comments:
What a heavenly holiday! Love the photos but the people even more!
oh that photo of margherite! and colette such a character alwats and little romy beaming with the love that she is surrounded by. i must ask you for an address to send them some gifts i have been saving up over time. email me if you can. i
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