We met at the Orsay Museum again for another walk.




Linda Mathieu's experiences living as an American expat in France
We met at the Orsay Museum again for another walk.




Since we once lived in the area we drove through in Provence, there were lots of memories popping up. We weren’t too far from La Tour d’Aigues and we stopped to have a look.
The ruined castle is still there.
It had just rained so I ran around getting photos of reflections.
I especially liked this one as a drop from a tree fell into the puddle.
We also went to the perched village of Gordes, an aerobic exercise.
We almost missed the poppy season but there were still a few going strong. We were a month too early for the lavender to be in bloom.
We stopped at a wine cave as well. They mostly sold rosé, a perfect drink for Provence.
Photos from here and there around our beach place in Chatelaillon.
I love seeing sand after a storm. It looks like water ripples to me. We had a big sort of gale for two days recently.
There was a huge vide grenier on the main street of our village last Sunday. This old sewing machine caught my eye. I didn’t see the little figures below until looking at this photo later.
Buttons for sale too.
My attention was caught by this pink rose and then I noticed that the name of the house behind it was named The Roses. Many places around here have names, many after children.
There was a Hobby Cat fete during our windy weekend. They were zooming around everywhere on the water.
There were filming some scenes for a TV movie by our beach and I saw this lady, not even a main character, but a sort of background person the actors walked by in a scene. I do see topless women on the beach occasionally but not sitting on the wall of a busy village street. I hope we someday see the movie just to see our area.
Some places and things seen around here at the beach.
A very heavily decorated house near us. Shells and driftwood figures all of the place but I liked it.
Sunrise, beach fence, sand and water.
I bought a bouquet of these roses at our market. They may be what is call Japanese roses, I’m not sure.
A cocktail on the terrace as the sun goes down.
Some fruity ice tea at a new tea and coffee place on rue de Marche. Not enough ice-there never is in France-but very refreshing.