I now understand why painters loved Provence.
This week-end was soooo relaxing and peaceful and happy that today I had to drag myself out of bed and give myself a good beating to make sure I go to work. I loved Provence, it’s a place that makes me feel as good as when I go to Italy; those who know me well know just how strong a statement that is!
Returning to crowded Paris and, even more traumatically, work, I feel like a child torn from his favourite toy!
There is nothing like a good long day of wandering around carefree…
This photo, pricelessly adorning the table mat that I bought in Avignon, captures my week-end perfectly!