Day three began with an omelet with hollandaise sauce and fresh herbs.
(I may be missing the food more than anything else)
After breakfast we headed to Cordes-sur-Ciel.
It is a medieval village built on a hill.
It was incredible to walk these cobblestone streets and look through so many shops.
I was surprised my the number of artists in this town.
As I was walking I could picture the men, women and children living in these homes hundreds of years ago….and so astonishing that they have been persevered and now lived in today.
What do we make today that will be around even 100 years from now?
The history is why I love traveling so much.
We are such a young country.
When I have traveled to England, Austria and Germany I was just overwhelmed by the beauty in architecture, courtyards, fountains, cemeteries….the everyday.
Things used to be functional AND beautiful.
On our journey up to the top of the town we visited the studio of a local artist.
We then continued up the hill and at the top we all enjoyed lunch at a bistro.
I have already made one of the salads I ate that day at home…..a crispy, honey, goat cheese salad.
Just thinking about it is making me hungry.
After our visit to Cordes we visited a few brocantes and I was able to add to my vintage linen collection.
It is never a wise decision to go to a market where everyone in the group is interested in the same things.
It was always funny how quickly we all gravitated to the vintage papers, linens, rosaries etc.
On this night I received a text around 1:30 am asking me to call home if I was still awake.
Kelly told me that Madolyn was having a hard time and just wanted to talk to me.
Before I left I had left post it notes all over the house with messages for all of them.
Kelly said he found Maddy that day with tons of my messages, sitting on her bed, holding a photo of me…crying.
I have NO idea where she gets the drama:-)
When I talked to her she was crying so hard she could barely speak.
I just started talking instead and telling about all the wonderful things we were doing. The more I talked the more she settled down and then she was able to tell me about her day.
She was fine for the rest of my time in France.
It still makes me smile a little….post it notes…..my photo…..:-)
AHHHH mom… your the only voice… so important.
What an impossible love.
Ohh…poor little sweetie. What a blessing that you had phone service. Italy was the place that really struck me as to the age. I started out as an Art History major…so Rome was pretty overwhelming with its golden light and ruins. Standing in the Pantheon…knowing it has been there since the Bible days. Fascinating! I would love to go back and spend more quality time in France!
Your trip looks and sounds sooo lovely!
: )
Julie M.
Feels like I was on your trip too! Your pics are wonderful! Thanks for taking us along!
Awwww, it’s nice to know your missed when your gone anyway, poor little thing! Your photos are all so beautiful and I am loving every post and living vicariously through you… thanks for sharing, Theresa
I remember visiting my parents in exotic Phoenix, AZ and my 8 year old called me about 10 times a day. It seems we are so busy managing everything that we forget we are almost their whole world of security. Jeanne, I am loving your exquisite photographs and the descriptions of your trip. Thank you so much for sharing! …and I’ll have Salade Diane, if you please. 🙂 BTW, you took your new fancy dancy camera with you?
i love all the photos, can’t imagine how beautiful it must be in person. how sweet that she missed you. any chance you might tell us more about the salad? always looking for new things to try! have a nice day!! susan
Oh thanks you for all the wonderful pictures. The memories of my visit to France as a little girl came flooding back. I hope that one day soon, I can take my children to visit the land of there Memere (grandma). So, I must ask? Did you have paine o chocolate (sure mispelled) but it is chocolate croissant. Oh, I miss the smell of fresh bread and pastries filling the morning air.
Again gorgeous! I would cry if I was Maddie too. You are such a sweet momma. That post it note idea was really precious.
Can you share that recipe? I’m on a goat cheese kick right now and that salad sounded yummy:)
I love love all the rich oldness. Beautiful photos!! 🙂
Oh my goodness….you are so right about the beauty and history…something I feel missing sometimes here…
So glad you found such lovelies and the story about your daughter…I know it was awful she was crying but oh how she loves you
Post it notes…fabulous idea!
You should be a travel photographer (and writer!)I am just loving the tale of your trip. I have never been to Europe. I really feel I need to go, I think it will open my eyes to the world a bit.
p.s. that salad is making me hungry too, even though it’s only breakfast time here! 😉
You have sure captured France with your unique and beautiful photos for us Jeanne. I can almost imagine my feet touching those cobblestone streets and looking up at the history all around. Wow! What a wonderful journey you’ve been on.
Your photos should be made into a book!!! Wow!
maddy got caught up in your thoughtfulness and love for them.=) that town, jeanne, is BEAUTIFUL!
these photos are lovely – glad Maddy is feeling better
oh precious madolyn with her post it notes….
love you,