More to come… After I lick my lips.

   It was as simple as a sign saying, "Ring and Come in." I poked French Husband, "Its a sign!" By the look on his face I knew what I was saying in French wasn't expressing what I meant in…

  The road goes on and on taking us further and further into the French countryside.The mountains softened into rolling hills then turned into flat land. Red roof tiles became black slate, poppies gave way to mustard fields. The sky…

Menu of the day: Drive, Look out the window,  Stop for what is beautiful, Have lunch, Drive some more. Listen to the radio, Drive, Stop for a drink, Take some photos, Point at Chateaux, Hold hands… Drive, Find a hotel,…

photo via J Lightfoot Art.com Each Saturday I focus on a different artist that I admire. From potters to painters, chefs to collectors, seamstress to songwriters, lifestyle to lovers… anyone who set the paintbrush, pastry brush, hands and heart on…

  Mustard fields, or as I liked to call them since our trip is spent mostly in the car, "The Yellow Brick Road" are giving way to a different landscape.  France is simply delightful. More than that it still makes…