The invitation arrived casually, the way these things often do: Come to Provence. I said yes, of course, picturing lavender fields, stone walls, perfectly puckered olives and lots of toile de jouy. What I got instead was a portal—into another life, another version of myself, one who owns diaphanous linen nightgowns and is finicky about which organic olive oil she slathers on her baguettes.
are you familiar with Chicjoc (I'm not nor am promoting them) - one of their shops is in Newport Beach - https://www.chicjoc.com/new-in.html. curious about them
dreaaaaam
Truly!
That interior space looks like La Bastide de Gordes. Love everything about Provence.
are you familiar with Chicjoc (I'm not nor am promoting them) - one of their shops is in Newport Beach - https://www.chicjoc.com/new-in.html. curious about them
You are so,so lucky to experience that. It looks like heaven.