I am usually the one taking the photos, and as many of you have noted I am rarely in those photos. I made French Husband take photos of me in our neighborhood, and then some as we went to Thierry and Gael's for dinner last night.
But before we went to Thierry and Gael's we went to the dentist for a check up, a special date you might say. All is good, and whew I won't have to go for another six months. While French Husband was at the dentist I ran into Agnes who I met through blogging (she is French) at the grocery store. We had a lovely time catching up. Why didn't I take a picture?
I am standing in the long entrance to the garden in the little house. If you ever want to feel like you are back in time, tucked in a unruly garden, surrounded by a massive wall then the little house is for you.
It rents for 500 Euros a week or 1300 Euros a month.
You can see more of it here:
It is a stone throw from my house.
This is around the corner from where I live.
I love this lion head.
It is probably as old as the sun, or the moon, or at least as old as the water running through all the fountains in our village.
Don't you love my walking shoes.
Yes I am still walking.
I miss you everyday Maggie.
Thierry and Gael live by Notre Dame in Marseille.
You cannot drive up to their house, instead, oh no, one must park your car which is impossible as there is never any parking around, then walk... up 60 steps and God knows how many pathways to get there. Let's just say it is the kind of place that if you forget your keys, or something, you most likely would think a bad word while you turned around to head back up the hill to fetch them.
We were lucky as we find a parking not to far away. Blame it on August. The locals are gone and only tourist are around.
Which if you are a local parking is the easiest in August.
What did you do today?
How many steps from your car to your house?