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Thursday, 5 August 2010

Siesta

Siesta at great grandmother’s house with great great grandmother on the wall.

When I was a child I spend my summers in France. My father and his 2 brothers lived in an old watermill and every Saturday developed into a party - Because Saturday was marked day. Everybody would meet for a drink at Café des Voyageurs, then they would buy lots of food and all go back to the watermill to eat and drink.

We continue that tradition.

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

The smell of Provence

If you could only smell it too – the ground is literally covered with thyme flowers so every time you take a step, this strong smell of Provence meets you.

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

The magic place

The rest of the time we spend at my father’s hut on the top of a small mountain besides Gorges de L´Ardeche. He has made such a poetic place there.

Cote d ´Azur

We came home very late last night from France. I love the first minutes when you see your home again after a long time. You see it differently- but only very short and it is back to normal again. In these few minutes you can sense its real spirit.

What a lovely holiday we have had. We had no computer access for nearly 4 weeks so I will be posting a lot from France in the days to come.

The first week we spend on the cost, mostly in water.

Sunday, 1 August 2010

Things can happen

One moment she is running around so happy, suddenly the next she has a hole in her head. We had to go to the hospital, but luckily nothing really bad happend. Poor Alba. Makes me think how fast life can change, I am happy I can't tell the future.