August 9, 2016

Windy days..slowly, slowly

Some very local exploration led us to the blues in these domes. We were all awestruck. And to this fountain. Mode of transportation: a green bricolaging wagon. To the market, to the town. The villagers clucked at the girls and the wagon - admiring. I was grateful.

Then I randomly saw a posting for an open-air classical music festival in this region: Festival International de Piano: La Roque d’Anthéron. Our village happens to be hosting this week's performances. I snuck away at dinner time to take my seat in front of the local church (blue domes above), where two grand pianos were puzzled together to host two sisters - four hands playing Schumann, Chopin, Saint-Saëns, Brahms. Bizjak sisters. Wind, ambiance, air. So lovely. The page-turners did battle with the wind.

Other windy moments include visits from the mysterious and powerful 'mistral' (the famous Provence wind). Perfectly blue skies, 90 degree days and wind that takes your breath away. The back of papa's convertible produces the same effect. With hair pulled back, the girls are all in for local exploration. Nighttime ice cream cones and long walks.

Sometimes produces this effect:

Otherwise, we are simply persisting in chaos. Slowly, slowly rooms are taking on our trappings and this house starts to feel like it is breathing us in.

Little Romy Danda - cracking us all up with her wildness. She watched two guys laying a floor in our house the other day (big, burly guys) and said, "We cannot hold them. They are too big."


Rosie said...

Those eyes melt my heart!

RebeccaNYC said...

oh Colette with the cat embracing her!!!! love that so much.

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