Thought a quick post might be a diversion and give me the illusion of some company. Paul's headed off to Vancouver where he's got a couple of baby-sitting gigs -- worried about leaving me, but he's got the kitchen well stocked for when my appetite returns, and really, the young moms and the wee ones need him more than I do. And the noble martyr role is almost as satisfying as that of the poor sickabed calling for a bucket or a tissue. . . .
Anyway. . . .I've started playing around on Instagram and one of the people I've been following is currently visiting Nice. She's been posting the loveliest, cheeriest watercolours throughout her trip, and the other day, she posted a photo of a charming house in Nice, creamy stone adorned by soft mint shutters.
I was immediately reminded of homes that we saw sporting this combination when we drove through the Médoc a few years ago. Such a pretty combination, and repeated so often throughout the region, that I had to stop and take a picture.
on lucarnes. Life offers so many tempting rabbit holes of information one could disappear into, no?
Back to bed now, for me. Hope your week has begun more promisingly than mine.