Do you know those tourists that spend so much time with their camera glued to their faces that they don’t actually experience anything? I am embarrassed to admit it but that was me last Sunday after our wonderful lunch in the Luberon. Blame it on Loumarin. I do. There is just something about this village that wheels up my ooh machine to a manic pace. It is vaguely perfect with just enough fuzzy old acheyness around the outer edges to keep it from being whimsically cute.
I was fortunate in two ways. One is that my honey is a professional photographer that has made me endure hours in dusty nowheres to capture ‘magic light’ and that the friends that accompanied us not only support my efforts but probably think that I am just “being American” in snapping feverishly at broken flower pots. When they see that gleam in my eye and I start to stalk like a cheetah on the plains of the Serengeti that has just spied a witless baby gazelle, they all wisely wander on.
And so I got a little Canon Crazy. I can already hear Remi chiding me for my lack of editing skills as he leans over my shoulder, calmly scanning the screen. “Non…non…non…ok.” Embarrassed as I am to stretch this…one…single…day into an eternity, I will put up one final post in this series soon. After all, when it concerns such a day, in such a phenomenal place, how can I not?
Before signing off for the weekend, I would like to give a heart-felt thanks to Christina Fluegge. Many of you might know her from her gorgeous blog Greige as well as her design company of the same name or its online shop. In her most recent post, Christina kindly mentions me and Lost in Arles. I especially loved that it came as something of a surprise, one that I learned about after having woken up from a particularly unsuccessful nap that had left me feeling groggy and disoriented. I needed something to snap me back into gear, back into the joy of this whirly bird life, which is, at it would turn out, is exactly what Christina wrote about. Kismet!
For those of you that are visiting for the first time, bienvenue. Having come from the hard tack world of the press, the generosity of spirit in the blog world is a constant source of wonder and one of the main reasons why I keep going. It never ceases to amaze me the fascinating people that discover my little blog. Blame it on Provence. I do.
Greet! You are exactly what I mean when I talk about generosity of spirit. You inspire me, always and I mean that sincerely. I really hope that we get to meet in person someday. That said, if it is so rainy in Belgium, perhaps you and Jan need to hop on a TGV one of these weekends! It can't be that far and there is plenty of sunshine to go around here…
Via the Hattats?! Anyone that is friends with that very fine couple is welcomed here with open arms. Truly. Aren't they incredible?
Merci Sister. We will DEFINITELY go to Loumarin on your next visit to France!
Thank you so much Helen. You always put things so beautifully. Wishing you a gorgeous weekend as well.
Good to hear from you Chris! And you and Christina are in the same part of the world aren't you? ie Heaven! 🙂
Bisous, ma chere Contessa!
Nu-uh, Stacey! I love trying to imagine it–it must have taken forever to get anywhere–but then again it is always the journey that counts…
You are so silly Vero. And I took and posted that photo of the 2CV for one person and one person only: YOU. 🙂
Oh hooray! A girl like myself will sip down all of the compliments that I can get!!! Especially when they are so lovely. Thank you so much!
Isn't it true Murissa? The surprise of these meetings is the best part!