La Bonne Vie | France Photo Diary #1
Faithful followers will know I decamp to France for a week or so every summer for some precious time to do sweet nothing next to a pool in deepest, darkest Burgundy. This year, I had a bit longer in the land of wine and cheese, traveling south from Burgundy for a week on the Cote D’Azur with friends. Coming back to London was even harder than usual…
The trip started off wet and cold, so much so that we resorted to lighting a fire whilst wondering if we’d brought enough layers. Plenty of red wine, old thrillers, slabs of Milka and incessantly checking and praying it was raining in London (sorry staycationers) kept us going until the sun came out and we swapped the movies for books read poolside. After 10 days of rolling from the pool to the lunch table and back again, it was time to head south. Eight hours on a super slow, delayed TGV later (why is it everyone raves about French rail?) and I was in picture-perfect Valbonne, swapping one rectangle of blue for another and a live-in cat as part of the package at our rented villa. The cat lady in me was very pleased about the latter.
Valbonne is everything you’d want in a southern French town. Pastel blue shutters, cobbled streets, a bustling square lined with restaurants serving huge portions of steaming seafood and not-so-steamy steak tartare, and a Friday market with straw baskets, rainbows of Provencal soap and wagons of cured meats up for grabs. Saying that, we were just as content spending our days reading on lilos, drinking the palest pink wine for 3 euros a bottle, cooking vats of pasta and talking about absolutely nothing from dusk till dawn.
The cat lady demands a selfie with Jimmy Hendrix the cat. Sorry Jimmy.
Beautiful wares lining the streets of Valbonne on market day.
My lace pencil skirt found its spiritual home in the south of France. This is an old H&M one but I’ve found a few similar versions below;
This might look familiar….
More from France in part two….