My first trip to France was with my mom the week after I graduated from high school. A reward for my fluency in the French language. I remember hanging out in the hotel lobby until the wee hours of the morning talking to the bellboy (le chasseur) just so I could use the language I had studied for so long. My mom and I walked all over Paris for ten days, never even visiting the obvious Tour Eiffel and L'Arc de Triomphe (which I'm pronouncing in my best French accent as I type!), because there were so many other incredible things to see and do! Thanks for that fabulous first trip, Mom! I've never been the same.
My next three trips to France were to Provence. L O V E. Oh, my! Provence stirred my soul. It is the only place I've ever been where I knew was absolutely MADE to be there. Maybe not made to live there (for now anyway) because I'm a total homebody, but made to be there and soak in every bit of inspiration Provence had to offer - the lavender and rosemary, open-air markets, fresh cheeses, antique linens, hand embroidery, leather books, wire baskets, mountain top villages, simple decor, the colors of French country homes...oh my goodness, the stone farmhouses with their impossible to match color palettes, the weathered blue-gray shutters, the doors, the iron work...I could go on and on...and I probably will in future posts!
But as much as I'd like to keep writing, good photos are worth a thousand words, so here are a few of my favorites from my month-long 2003 and 2005 trips to Provence. If you've bought cards from me, you'll probably recognize a few!
I have several of these images framed and hanging in my home as 11x14 fine art prints. I never tire of looking at them (if only I could step inside!) and always receive compliments. If you'd like one, let me know! They are limited edition, signed and numbered.
I'll be back with LOTS more French inspiration along the way, so stay tuned!