Flowers on every window sill and they seem to be nearly always red.   Old buildings with facades that speak of a past.   Brocantes as plentiful as the stars in the sky.   Cafes… where the heart can take time…

Walking along a street in Arles I saw an older woman sitting by a window. If it hadn't been for the brown worn shutters, and the white sheer curtain that framed her face… I would not have seen the small shadow of a person…

              The reason my cousin is dumping out her suitcase is because of the French brocante. It was a simple plan: Buy only that which was small, non-breakable, not heavy, and that she could not find in the antique…

                                                                                                    French dressing……                                                                                                  and the icing on the cake. note: Those who went antiquing with us yesterday will love the photos to come. Get a load of this, tomorrow there is going to be an…

                                                                                                        The girls are doing the antique shops. The boys are going to go flying or scuba diving or both . All hearts are racing with excitment. What would you prefer to do?

                       Behind blue shutters on a pink wall….                      Along a pathway in a secret hideaway in Provence….                     Mingled with a romantic scent….                    Deep within the bosom of France….                    There is a tough man bending…