The sun was shining this weekend in Le Petit Village. On Sunday, it was a warm and beautiful 72 degrees.
Before moving to Le Petit Village, I lived in Dublin for six years and had a Dublin tan (a translucent blue tint). I’m anxious to get back to my former Texas shade and I think Provence weather might be able to help me with that. So 72 degrees and sunny means it’s time to spray on the factor 15 and lay down outside somewhere.
Our cozy little home does not come with a garden, but luckily our German friend’s 14th century vacation house has a roof top terrace and they have kindly given us the keys for days just like this (14th century creepiness can be ignored when it’s topped with a terrace).
Sitting on the roof of a three story house on top of a mountain means you’re just that much closer to the sun anyway.
The view from the top…
Fifty’s girlfriend Vicky came along to keep him company. They beg for food together, it’s obviously love…
Rickety wooden chair for The Husband, comfy sun lounger for me…
Since Fifty was born last September, the warm sun is new for him. I don’t think he likes it.
This is not a happy face. I think he may need some sunglasses.
Fifty must have been sending puppy prayers to heaven for all that warm sunshine to end because a little over an hour later the sky grew dark as these clouds rolled up…
Thanks Fifty
We packed up and headed down the street towards home but saw some Le Petit Villagers underneath the awning of the local bistro.
Might as well squeeze in and have a pastis or three and a gossip.
It would be have been rude not too.
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