Nelly

 My friend Nelly is an antiques dealer.  Yesterday, we went over late afternoon to chat over tea and cookies and for me to look over some of her stash to see what I could see...

 I bought some ribbon, a couple hats to put up on the wall by the staircase and a black-beaded necklace.  And then, we stayed for supper...

Nelly's daughter and her husband were visiting and were supposed to leave before supper but they stayed to contribute their particular specialties to the dinner fare.  Valerie made Socca, Renaud made Pistou for the pâtes au pistou and Nelly made a roasted vegetable salad.  Alain purchased bread and a fantastic head cheese which was free of the offensive bits you can sometimes find in head cheese.

The ambiance, as you can see, was magical but best of all were the hosts.  Kindness, a passion for life and a love of people and beauty were in abundance...

Nelly's house is, I'm guessing, 17th century. A maison de ville (town house) with garage on the street level, kitchen and living room next up followed by bedroom and bath and lastly, a studio with terrace at the top.  The tile on the first floor is original and gorgeous.  Visiting Nelly's is pure eye candy.
 

We will meet again in October when her town hosts a vide-grenier, a community-wide garage sale.

I. can't. wait.

Stella