Where else can you drive down little roads like this…
Where else do you come across a field of sheep or a field of
bulls like this…
Where else do you have houses like this…
Or farmers market like this…
Or cars like this...
Where else are your neighbors the ghosts of Vincent van
Gogh, Pablo Picasso, Auguste Renoir, Henri Matisse, Georges Braque, Pierre
Bonnard, Yves Klein… And of course, Paul Cézanne.
Saturday morning we woke up with the sun and began a 40
minute ride to the town of Aix-en-Provence which, if you recall, is where my
friends Romy and the Apricot live. You can read all about them HERE. However,
Aix-en-Provence is also where Paul Cézanne was born, lived, died and painted
most of his masterpieces. I made a €6 reservation to have a guided tour of his
family home, Jas du Bouffan. This is my idea of a perfect day. Take a look…
Our way home I asked my husband to take the street near our
house where there was a little patch of “unclaimed” white irises that needed to
be picked and lo and behold, we found another little surprise… A teeny tiny
little lonely scared abandoned kitten. Obviously, I named her Iris. Never a
dull moment in Provence.
Stay tuned for the next blog about our upcoming Saturday
adventure! And don’t forget to follow me on Instagram HERE to get first dibs on
my antiques before I put them on the blog! Today I have 2 charming petite gilt
mirrors!
