I have been home from France for just over a week now and although I have blogged a French inspired recipe (Pretty Pickled Radishes) I have been feeling a bit bereft at not sharing some of my snapshots as I used to do on my blog. The blog has become all food and no chat these days, and although this seems to be the norm for foodie blogs I feel I just want to share because that is what I’ve always done with my readers and I know there are still a gang of you out there who keep in touch and like to see what is going on in my little corner of the world.
So this little photo album is for you, my friends and anyone else who just happens to be interested.
My photos from France.
Old buildings, proud to show the ravages of time and weather on their well worn faces.
Touches of colour from festive ribbons of the tricolor and celebration trees that pop up all over the south west in honour of birthdays, anniversaries and the like. They stay out for as long as nature allows, softly fading into the background and the rich tapestry of living.
Flowers of all types, from faded roses in the softest, palest pink to milky white lillies that stand stong like soldiers, but suffer in the rain and lose their drama and power to impress.
Aah windows, always a favourite with me. Those dreamy eyes that hide the secret life within. I love the lace curtains, so different from the dreaded word ‘nets’ that conjours up visions of 1960s housing estates and twitch curtains and nosy neighbours. No, these are lace, pretty, delicate and with pictures woven into their very being. French style in the simplest form.
Artwork at Rouge Garance, a place of peace and reflection. Modern art meets old masters. The casual and the quirky sit alongside the formal and seasoned pieces of art.
Art for art’s sake. It is all around you, just look, just listen, it is there.
La France Profonde, the French countryside. Beautiful, green and heady with the scent of the tree blossom, bridal white and dancing in the breeze.
My favourite tree that I photograph on every visit. It makes me think of childhood and watching ‘Follyfoot’ on television and reading the books avidly as a little girl. The theme song was ‘The Lightning Tree’ and this is the image I hold of that tree. This is my Magic Tree.
France wouldn’t be France without her fabulous food would she. French markets and fresh vegetables. Tastes and textures, colours, shapes and oh the aromas that embrace the senses.
A quirky truck that graces every market day in St Sever, it says France to me just as the charming old 2 CV cars do as they tootle past on the tree lined roads.
It is the simple things in France that touch my heart and make my soul sing. Nothing big or dramatic, nothing fancy or loud.
Just little pieces of the puzzle that is France.
Hope you have enjoyed my photos from France. Have a lovely weekend in your little corner of the world.