Dog Days of Summer

In keeping with the theme of the happiness that our dogs bring us (or cats too!), I can’t help but share a series of videos that I took the other day despite the fact that I had other posts prepared.
The other evening the light was lovely and I thought that it could be a good moment to try and capture a certain video that I had in mind for a while. Following the interest in My Dream Houses in Arles, I had decided to film some of my favorite haunts around town and started with the Cour de L’Archeveché where I go frequently to play with Ben.
 
Save that Mr. B obviously had another plan in mind and decided to become a dust-ball. Here is demonstrating his infamous “Digging to China” move, one that is put into motion only in moments of utter abandon.
And then, for only the second time in his life, he jumped into the fountain in the middle of the Place de la Republique, much to the delight of a large group of Japanese tourists who applauded and filmed the entire thing. Me? I was laughing too hard as you can hear! I especially love his stoic expression. Ah, to be a dog during the Dog Days of Summer!

Thank you all so much for your kind wishes about my Sister’s visit. She has arrived safely and we are having a wonderful time! 

Dog Trots Globe

©Robert and Sheron Long
Look at that face! This is Chula, an eleven year-old Sheltie who will steal your heart and perhaps your baguette if you aren’t careful! 
©Darius Detwiler
I was so delighted to come across the utterly adorable e-book “Dog Trots Globe” by Sheron Long, in which Chula shares her experience living in nearby St. Remy while exploring the heart of Provence–not to mention a glamorous trip to Paris. Now, I know that my fellow dog lovers (and even the one cat lover here–you know who you are!) will get such a kick out of this. Sheron comes from a long career in publishing, so be ready for a gorgeous interactive layout but also be prepared to be caught off guard with a fit of the giggles, as I was several times while reading it. 
©Robert and Sheron Long

And for those of you ready to turn up your nose (or your muzzle) at a story told from a dog’s point of view, don’t you dare! For the all of the facts are interesting ones,  details about life in France are spot on and wittily observed. Even my Ben could not have done a finer job.
©Darius Detwiler
I was equally charmed by the delightful photographs as I was by the adept illustrations by Darius Detwiler. This book would definitely make a lovely gift for your francophile friends this summer. I hope that you enjoy meeting Chula as much as I did–a rendezvous is in the works for her to romp with Ben in the Alpilles this fall…to be continued…
©Robert and Sheron Long

“Dog Trots Globe” can be found at:
OIC Books, the publisher’s website–http://www.oic-books.com/books/france
or
By this link to the book on Amazon US

Have a great week everyone!

Sense of summer

A rustling in my head and shuffling of my feet. Bending over head down deep. Taking in the scent of the earth, the prickle of wheat upon my skin. It is summer we are in. Loving the light as it pours forth to glow. A forever sense of possibility. Hello. Hello…

I want to thank you all so dearly for being here and for all the joy you bring…


Bon weekend!

Thin Line

I was reaching to close the shutters against the invasive noon-day sun when I was startled by a scream directly below me. There is often noise in the center of Arles but this…the sound caught my stomach, resounded in my bones. I looked down to see a woman in a heap on the ground, her young son helpless at her side. She was staring at her cell phone and then began to yell “Mon frère! C’est pas possible! C’est pas possible!”. She started to sob, raised herself and began to wander blindly all while continually repeating the same phrase. My brother, it’s not possible, it’s not possible…I was ready to go to her but saw the men from the café across the street were already at her side. One tried to calm her in vain while the other phoned for an ambulance. Her cries rose and were joined by her son’s who kept asking “What is it Mother?” He had not yet understood. Very fortunately, our doctor lives across the street and came out at a run. She firmly but calmly grasped the woman and issued her inside her office. I stood staring at the shut door while the quiet rearranged itself. How quickly it had all happened.
Such a thin, thin line. Between before and after. Better then to take a moment, right now if you can, to appreciate your loved ones, your friends, your pets, your community, your family. I am sorry that today’s post is a sad one but I know that we all need a reminder now and again. Not to take any moment for granted because we have so many gifts everyday, right in front of us. My heart goes out to that anonymous woman for her loss. 

Almost…

…but not quite. Still, hmmm. My eyes had nearly popped out of my head when I saw the ad for a house near the Arena (those of you that have been paying attention might remember that is the choicest neighborhood in Arles) with a garage, a cellar and a whopping 126 square meters of surface for only 138,000€. Pardon? I was on it. We came close to hounding Monsieur Meyson, the realtor, to be the first to see such an opportunity–one that was so below the price list of Arles that already Remi and I knew we would have to pounce or it might be too good to be true.

When Mr. Meyson gave me the address before our visit, I headed out the door immediately to check it out. Holy cow, the house is indeed huge! 

And it seemed as though there were two garages on the ground floor, say what? Private parking is something of an extreme luxury here in the center of Arles, a town where unfortunately many a fine car left in public parking has been scraped with a key by jealous passer-by. When we did meet, it was with trepidation and a little thrill that we waited as the large door on the right was opened…
Interesting. Not a second garage but an arched space–could it become an artist’s atelier? An area to paint? If we replaced the garage style door with polished glass and steel?–with an open drop leading to the cave or cellar below, which had a nice voute but was not really large enough to convert into say, a home theatre as some folks do here in other homes.
To the right was the garage with the possibility to break the simple partition separating the two rooms.
Talk about patina! But yet these beams were quite solid.
Ah, the first glimpse of the winding stone staircase. The small stones on the opposite wall are called pierre froide and have traditionally been used in walls that are less important than receiving areas.

The first floor is one large room, meant to be kitchen, dining and living. As pitiful as the kitchen area might appear, I can assure you that it is far grander than the space where we cook up our little miracles in our current apartment.

Yes, there is a crazy sort of 1950s gold and light blue cement tiling on the floor but that could be easily covered with parquet
…which would complement nicely the absolutely gorgeous wooden beams…to be painted a bone white perhaps?
A closed off arch is a reminder of a time when this house was part of a far grander residence.

Can one buy a house simply for a staircase? We were smitten. By the staircase. What is called an escalier à vis, something akin to a corkscrew staircase. Although the rest of the house seems to date to the 18th century, such stairs were in place long before…
Charming details of the past leading into a positively huge bedroom…

…with are you ready for it? Because I honestly don’t think that you would believe me if there weren’t photos to prove it–a bathroom entirely covered in a thick wine-colored velvet. Which I loved.

Are you sure we can’t buy a house for a staircase?
Up to the grenier or attic–a wide open space just begging to be carved into a terrace and living area…

Yep, that is a toilet and a sink for no reason in the middle of the grenier but that means that there is already water coming up and water going back down! So easy to make renovations with that already in place.
Ooh but the roof. Well, if the plans are to take away half of it anyway…

…and this is the electricity. Oops. 

And yet it remained a great deal. Remi and I knew that we could do all of the cosmetic work ourselves just not the electricity and the roofing. Underneath the horrible yellow wallpaper gorgeous blocks of cream stone were waiting to be revealed as we had seen in the grenier. The house was sain or healthy but something was missing. It didn’t call to us. And to invest so much of our time, energy and money into it just didn’t make sense in that case. But it will find it’s new owner in a New York minute of that I can assure you. Let’s just hope that they appreciated its potential as much as we did!

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