It looks like summer is over… As I sit in my study typing this post, fat raindrops are crashing against the window and it feels as though the cold is seeping in. So much so that I have wrapped my cream-coloured pashmina around my neck.
Luckily, the memories of our fortnight in that little corner of the South of France that we love are still fresh, as we came back on Saturday night. Together with cups of chai tea, these reminders of a gentle way of life are warming me up…
Our dinner on the beach, next to the inviting lounge area
and several imposing Buddha statues.
Another excursion to the poignant Notre-Dame des Auzils.
This very old advert for an aperitif, spotted during a date night
with Sexy Hubby. Funnily enough, the same advert was mentioned
in the book I was reading, set during the Second World War.
Le Salin de l’Ile Saint Martin, displaying the most fabulous
colours. More to come about this interesting place.
We pondered whether or not to get one of those,
but it probably requires permanent residency in the south !
We went to the Plage des Chalets, where the French movie
37°2 Le Matin (Betty Blue) was filmed.
On our way to the market or to dinner, Sexy Hubby
never missed the opportunity to tell us how much he would love
a home with a terrace offering views over the deep blue lagoon
and the mysterious Tour Barberousse.
Always a highlight of the holidays for me…
The sun rising over the sea.
Cute Doggy and I are missing our early
morning walks on the beach. A lot.