French la Vie

Another week comes to an end, and as always, it’s bittersweet. Many memories made, friendships formed, stories shared, and unexpected caring moments.

It amazes me—how a group of women can come together with the intention of antiquing, exploring, soaking in Provence … and yet something more comes to be. With the laughter, the discoveries, and the van rides through the countryside, a bond forms. The way we connect, a shared appreciation for life, beauty, and each other’s journeys.

Every time I’m reminded of the magic of gathering. Of being present. Of sharing meals, stories, and simple joys. What starts as a curated experience becomes something sweeter—hands, hearts, openness, and the kind of connection that lingers into tomorrow.

I’m amazed by what this blog has brought into my life—not just for me, but for others too. It has become a space for gathering, in every sense of the word. And with each group, I say goodbye with a full heart, grateful for the moments we’ve shared, and hopeful that our paths will cross again and again.

To this week’s group: thank you. You’ve left a mark. And to those yet to come: I can’t wait to see what unfolds.