Greetings dear readers and friends. Well, it’s been a bit of a funny spring so far in the south of France. We’ve had a lot of rain, sun, and then rain again… even up to this past week when we were hit with surprise thunderstorms. But the good news to come out of all this …
Greeting dear readers and friends! Well, spring is finally here, hurray! Of course winters in Provence are not as terrible as elsewhere in the world, but we do get our share of bad weather, whipping Mistral winds, and the occasional thunderstorm. So these first few rays of sunshine and blooming flowers are greatly appreciated.
And I felt especially lucky to sneak in a trip to the Aix-en-Provence market during one chilly Saturday morning in the beginning of February. Much to my surprise, the Saturday market on Cours Mirabeau has grown by leaps and bounds and was almost nothing like I had remembered.
Greetings from a sunny, but quite cool, Provence. And as I think I say in almost every post, it’s a great time of year to be in the South of France. All of the towns and villages are decorated for the holiday season – twinkling lights are hung around the main squares and neighborhoods, the Christmas markets are buzzing day and night, and Provençal crèches (Nativity scenes) are on display (some complete with lavender fields!) to be marveled at by children of all ages.
Greetings dear readers and friends. Well, it looks like we’re finally seeing some spring weather come our way… it’s been quite a long, wet winter here in Provence, but thankfully that’s what makes this place so green all year round. And for all of the complaining about the long winter months in the south, a …
What a glorious time of year in Provence! I think we can say that about all of the seasons in the south of France (well, actually, winter is no picnic if truth be told…) but somehow when each season rolls around I find something new to marvel about. This year I’m really taken with all …
Nice is a city I love to visit (even though it’s a good 2 hours from where we live) and every time we explore the old city, I can’t help but feel that this town is in the grips of an identity crisis. Whistling distance from Italy, situated on one of the most luxurious coasts …
