Oh what a day!
The French la Vie group was swept into a bit of unexpected magic…
We were invited—by the kindest antique dealer I’ve known from my many brocante wanderings—into his home. Not just his shop (which, by the way, is invitation only), but into his actual home. A 1600s country house tucked away like a secret chapter in a well-loved novel.
Last Sunday, in the middle of poking through dusty treasures and listening to the buzz of the market, he looked at me with a touch of mischief and asked, “Why haven’t you come to visit us?”
I blinked, smiled, and maybe asked too quickly, “Can I bring my group today?”
He grinned, nodded—and just like that, we were off.
We arrived at his doorstep like curious children. The house was chocked full (I mean really, stuffed to the beams) with everything that makes my heart flutter—antiques, stories, things with soul.
Tomorrow I’ll share photos of the garden (wait until you see the light through the trees!).
But today… I’m just sitting with this moment.
A gentle reminder of the best kind of serendipity: when doors open, hearts follow, and the veil between tourist and real-life-France falls away.
Exactly as I long for my guests, an authentic touch of what I love about France… generous beauty to hold close.
What a joy to share this real slice of French life with my guests: Judy, Nicole, Barbara, and To in ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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