I’m all jumbled. Between the Brazil Day
, Louisette’s 90th birthday
being here, then Sarah from Texpats Abroad
and her husband visiting, plus La Petite’s christening (all in the space of three weeks
), I’m a little overwhelmed and don’t even know where to begin to tell you all about everything. So, I’m going to let some photos from the last few weeks do most of the talking, and give my tired wee brain a break.
++ See this bottle of Cairanne… this is the reason that I’m OK with Gatz being Gregory’s hetero life partner (Gregory is The Husband… remember?
). He buys me really nice bottles of wine to keep me happy and the nagging at bay. He also bought me that extra large wine glass (plus five others
). Gatz knows what mama likes. I opened that bottle up the night before Suzy-Q arrived (a treat during the calm before the storm
++ And then the morning she arrived, I spotted this sign at Marseille airport. It looks like Santa Claus and the Baby Jesus are finally getting around to answering my prayers.Thanks guys.
++ We brought Suzy-Q straight to Avignon from the airport and straight into my second favorite wine bar (first favorite in Avignon though). Suzy-Q was a little concerned about drinking Rosé at 11a.m but I assured her it was OK; ‘when in Provence…‘
(You are probably wondering what the above photo has to do with anything that I am talking about, well in July, the Avignon Theatre Festival is on, and performers walk around the city during the day advertising their shows. There you go.)
++ Because it wouldn’t be fair to bring Suzy-Q to my second favorite wine bar and not my first, we popped into le bar au vin
for dinner the next night. That’s her having a chat with my buddy, The Sommelier.
++ Bright eyed and bushy tailed the next morning (well me anyway, poor Suzy-Q had to deal with a stalking Fifty all through the night… somebody had a little crush) we set out for Gordes and Roussillon.
++ As beautiful as Gordes is, and as amazing as Roussillon is, I was left with two regrets; 1) I didn’t steal the baby blue Vespa, and 2) I didn’t buy that bag.
++ The view from Gordes is the only one I have found so far that rivals the view from The O.G. LPV (true story) but that door in Roussillon simply cannot be beat. Imagine walking through that every day. One would feel very grand indeed.
++ On the left is the ochre colored church in Roussillon with French banners for La Fête Nationale, and on the right, there’s Suzy-Q and me, in front of the remains of the Renaissance castle in La Tour-d’Aigues. If you look closely you’ll see that I’m actually wearing a romper, which I have discovered is the absolute best way to beat the summer heat. The downside… I look like a large version of La Petite.