When it rains it pours

Only in this case, it’s literally pouring.
Less then 24 hours to freedom! Vacation, my favourite work activity 🙂 I’m off to Italy, my ‘home’, the place that makes me feel happy and at peace every time I am there.
I am almost packed, cameras are charged and ready to fire and I am so excited, but for the rain…which is, apparently, there to stay as long as I will stay.
I am going to spare my heart and tired bones the excitement of another flight and I will be taking the scenic train ride through the Alps, leaving early on Saturday from Paris to Milano. I’ll be in Milano at 2 pm, rushing to catch the next regional train to Varenna, on Lake Como.
Two days later, I’m exchanging lakes, going to stay in Verbania, on Lake Maggiore. On Wednesday and Thursday night I’ll be enjoying a brief cultural interlude, attending concerts in Verona. Finally, for the last two days, provided some funds are left, I plan on a bit of shopping in Milano.
I am equally looking forward to getting away from work and people. I booked the most remote hotels I could find and plan on nothing but the joy of dolce far niente.
I will, however, be sharing some photos, depending on wifi availability and my wish to do anything other than admire my surroundings!

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Ciao!

Dream itineraries – Himalaya and the Dalai Lama

Adventure travel is not in my blood, however, there are places I sometimes fantasise about going to that are way out of my comfort zone, and, now that I’d been to see the Pyramids in Egypt, at the top of the list I have Dharamsala, where the Dalai Lama resides in exile.
Deep down, however, I know I will never muster the courage for it, but luckily my best friend has no fear!
I just got some photos from her trip to the Himalayas (it even sounds unreal) and I am completely fascinated by them, so I just have to share a few with you.
It must be a completely surreal experience….

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Isn’t this amazing?

Nostalgic for 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!

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Luberon villages and lavender fields

My second day in Provence, spent briefly visiting the beautiful little villages: Gordes, Roussillon (the home of ochre pigment painters love), the castle of Lacoste (once upon a time belonging to Marquis de Sade…now, Pierre Cardin’s, go figure) and Menerbes. Notwithstanding, of course, another stop by the lavender fields.

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Lavender fields in Provence

July is the month when lavender is in full bloom. In Provence, a dreamlike landscape is on display: beautiful hills punctuated with lavender shades and the yellow sunflowers to complement the green valleys. It looks just like a painting, only alive.

I’ve wanted to come and see this for myself since my arrival in France, but had to wait for the peak season. Lavender flowers start blooming in late June, colour rural Provence, and begin to get harvested as early as the last week of July. There are a few areas famous for lavender production, Grasse and Luberon being the most notable. I have come to Avignon for the week-end, in order to explore the latter.

Surprisingly, I have yet to meet one French person who’s even entertained the thought of taking a drive through lavender fields for the pleasure of it, though they may have passed through here in their descent from Paris to the Cote d’Azur for les grandes vacances. My colleagues at work, inveterate Parisians, thought my plan to come here very odd.
Foreign tourists, however, flock in for the show every summer, to the joy of locals who hike up all prices and exploit our whims with delight. The timing of lavender displays coincides with the annual Avignon Festival, the most famous theatre festival in France. I am currently the guest of a beautiful Avignon hotel, truly unique, classy and relaxing and also outrageously priced. Let’s just say I have stayed at the Waldorf-Astoria in New York for considerably less. So, if you are ever planning this trip in July…go to Grasse!

Having said that, much as I have paid a Euro per breath, walking through the fragrant lavender fields, surrounded by colour, scent, the sound of bees, a gentle breeze and nothing else was truly a moment to be cherished for a lifetime. Thirsty for peace and relaxation as I am, however, I will be going back for more tomorrow!

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