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I am safely ensconced in a cozy apartment in the 18th arrondissment after two weeks of liberating but wearying travel. My right hand is callousing from dragging my suitcase in and out of trains, buses, and metros. The only thing it wants to grab hold of is a nice cup of tea, which I have easily made happen, thanks to the thoughtfulness of the people from whom I am borrowing this flat for the weekend.
I took nearly 1000 photos so far and have yet to go through all of them carefully, but here is a small group of them, in no particular order. They are all from the south of France, however. London wasn’t so easily photogenic.
Such an inspiring thing to wake up to! Wouldn’t you want to jump out of bed and fling the windows wide wide open and shout to the world?
Villefrance Sur Mer from the train. THE TRAIN.
If it is possible to be smitten with windows, I am.
Little Provencal dresses that I want to force upon my imaginary future daughter
Abandoned repose in old Antibes. Was the shopkeeper reading or bubbling in Sudoku when he stuck his glasses in as a bookmarker?
a fancy schmany hotel precariously perched atop the hills over monaco
I love the grooves and dents of heirloom tomatoes, especially when they’re from the garden out yonder
