The Simple Life

Sometimes you just need a pool day. Lathering up with sun cream and laying out in the golden heat until your brain gets fuzzy. It’s like therapy for me.

hat

In the afternoon, it’s back up to the house for lunch on the terrace overlooking the rolling Provençal terrain.

Steps

House

Deck

melon

artichokes

pate

salami

celeriac

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Afterwards, I make myself swim sets of twenty laps to burn off all the cheese and paté!

Swim

Swim1

Eddie2

I don’t drink alcohol in the day. With the sun’s heat, I find it’s just too much. Instead, we usually wait until dusk and enjoy a drink or two before dinner watching the sun slip down behind the mountains.

Terrace

Flower

Eddie

poppy

Terrace1

Pool

Eddie n Me

View

Table

Spending time here reminds me to savor life’s simple pleasures: warm sun on tanned skin, the bliss of getting absorbed in a good book, the shock of hot skin plunging into a pristine pool, the juicy zing of a ripe melon, a gauzy linen shirt wafting in the summer breeze. This is French summer – wholehearted and pure.

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