I spent day two of my trip to France enjoying the village and the sweet surrounding area, recuperating from the long journey. Returning to our maisonette here is like returning home...a home with soft light and open shutters, open to the intoxicating smell of wild herbs, and to the view of ivy slowly covering the worn provence-blue shutters of a neighboring home.
The quiet village encourages moments of repose, with a fresh glass of rosé and glistening strawberries just picked from the garden and sold at the market. I can't get enough of the dusky golden afternoon sun shining down on bright fields of red poppies. And I always look forward to our drive beneath the towering trees reminiscent of the peaks a cathedral.