|The Moulin where we live|
I think of the brocante and the market, the sea and the fields of vineyards, of visits to Aix and lunch with friends on an outdoor patio. I dream of finding the right piece for the bedroom, of painting the shutters a weathered blue-grey. I dream of opening the shutters to a bright morning sky, of breakfasting on the balcony while the stream rushes by, of puttering in the garden while it's still cool and of cocktail hour...rosé, saucisson and olives.
|One of the 17 fountains of our village|