On a previous trip into the French countryside, the first village where we lingered, was
(of Lacanche range cookers and stoves)
We saw this curious little french chien peeping through a "half" gate
I imagined all the La Poste Sacs behind the closed door......
En route in the Luberon, at the foot of the hills below Bonnieux, we saw two artistes painting this beautiful scene..I wondered about them..was it a student and a teacher...or perhaps two lovers meeting next to a poppy field... sharing the same passion ..
Another village we wandered around for more than just a day,
that of ancestors...
Both my husband (de Villiers - Nel) and myself(nee-Marais) descent from the French Huguenots that arrived in South Africa in 1685
These French Huguenots that fled France when the edict of Nantes was repealed , settled in the Western Cape, most of them in the wine regions of Stellenbosch, and a little village not far from where we live now, called Franschoek. (if you translate this directly: "French corner")
My maiden name was Marais- we traced it all the way back to this little village between valleys and mountains in the Luberon. -
I still regret not bringing home with me this encounter
between a shy jeune fille and her lover...
in La Madone's antique shop in Lourmarin.
-La Boutique de L'Antiquarie -