The road to the brocante is never the same way twice. The seasons make sure of that. The old things gathered tell me so, ah and the stories mingled between the two tell me this moment is more than…

  Imagine the tree that once was a seedling somewhere in Provence, that is what I think of each time I see the beams in the bedroom, they have been here longer than me and will continue to be here…

  We started a second renovation, we are doing two at once. One in Cassis: Today the front door was delivered. The second renovation is a small house next to our house. The house use to be part of our…

  Twenty four years ago I gave birth to Sacha. Today he is in Willows celebrating with my family, his heartland. I wish I could be there too! Though I am very happy for you! xxx Happy Birthday Sacha!

    Saturday at the brocante I spied this darling handmade cup. I didn't buy it, and that is okay. Thank you for all the advice, thoughts and ideas about the sink.  It is too big for the bathroom, and…

  The stories of sadness, reminds me of when Ruth and I were in Paris not far from the attacks, how silent the city was, how you could feel the pain in the air.  The stories of the Orlando survivors…