The last group of the year has come and gone, leaving echoes of laughter, clinking glasses, and friendships. Each group that joins me here in Provence brings its own rhythm, its own way of seeing — but there is something special about women traveling together. There’s a shared curiosity, an easy companionship that unfolds like linen spread out on a long farmhouse table.
We wander the brocantes — around Provence — I love watching everyone’s eyes light up when they find something that speaks to them. It’s not only about antiquing, it’s about discovery — of beauty, of place, and often, of oneself.
The early morning light spilling over the market stalls, the sound of church bells echoing through the streets, the eagerness to what is next- We step into rhythm of real life here — behind the postcard scenes.
I love taking my guests behind the façade, away from the guidebooks and into the soul of Provence — to some of my favorite places. These are the places where time slows down, where you can feel the history rises up around you.
At night, we gather around the table, stories weaving together like lace — about the day’s finds, life back home, and dreams for what comes next.
The joy of connection, of women traveling together and finding beauty not just in the things they collect, but in the moments shared — that’s what makes each group so unique.
As the season closes, my heart is full. Another year of adventure, of friendship, of Provence revealing itself again and again in new light.
The last group of the year may have gone home, but their laughter lingers — a beautiful reminder of why I love opening this door, year after year.
Until next season, Provence will rest — and so will I — ready to welcome new friends to walk these winding paths, taste this place, and discover its quiet magic behind the scenes.
Thank you, Valarie and Michelle for trusting me to care for the groups you bring to Provence. Also, thank you for those of you who joined me this year xxxxxxxxxxxx 12 times.
Leave a Reply