Gran Mere’s Ragoût de Porc & Salade de Thon

My love sent me these pics to show me what I was missing.  Gran mere has done it again.  Created a lovely luncheon for her grandchildren, and I being half-way around the world am missing out on the delicious affair.  And so, feeling left out the least I could do is share what is on the…

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The Old Highway Legend: La Mort D’Imbert

As the legend goes, Mademoiselle Laure happened to be the village’s most beautiful woman .  Long, jet-black hair, and entrancing eyes.  Nearly every man who visited the Rooster’s Inn, young enough or widowed enough, had fallen in love with the daughter of the hotelier, the alluring Laure.  One of those men, Imbert whom already quite…

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Gran Mere’s Cuisine

When you walk in to gran mere’s upper level maison flat, you find yourself in an old world grandeur of whitewashed walls lined with Provençal pastel portraits and floral decor.  Ninety-two years old, and still living strong, grandmere prepares a decadent luncheon of poached cauliflower, Spinach, Radishes, Kiwi and seasoned lightly with herbs.  Along with…

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An Afternoon in Aix-en-Provence

Had an outing today in Aix-en-Provence.  The excursion was more of a shopping trip than a sight-seeing adventure, and so I didn’t get to immerse myself too much into the culture and history although I’ve learned that Aix (as my love so endearing refers) was the home of the great Paul Cezanne, an Artist and Post-Impressionist…

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The Ancient Town of Mane

    Had a wonderful walk with my other half, climbing up steep hillside paths and strolling through cobblestone corridors that encase the ancient town of Mane.  When you climb to the very top of the town hill, you reach Château de Mane, the only completely fortified castle in all of Haute Provence still standing…

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A Trip to Gorges du Verdon

  When I first met, Stephane.  He had mentioned to me in casual conversation that if I ever visited, one of the first places he’d take me to see would be the majestic Gorges du Verdon.  Of course, I had never heard of this national park, nestled by rolling hills of lavender fields, which contrast…

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Pays de Forcalquier

  Market Day.  As promised, my love took me to the medieval town of Forcalquier, which dates back to the times of Roman occupation when the trade route via Italy and Spain once flourished from the 10th through 16th centuries.  Perched atop a steep hill, the town has seen thousands of years of inhabitants come…

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PÉLICIER: The Enchanted Forest

My love, he had recently shared with me an uncanny memory that he’d experienced as a child.  Around the age of twelve, he participated in a school field trip, a walking expedition with his classmates to a nearby local forest.  Strangely, the incident had left him feeling an overwhelming sense of peace and mysticism.  As…

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MONT D’OR: The Old Tower

Yes, that’s my love.  Standing there, looking sultry beneath the light of moon and stars, and perched against the wall of a castle ruin, dating back to 900 AD.  Thanks to William the Liberator, son of the Earl of Arles who freed the Provence region from the Saracens in 974 AD and built a fortified castle…

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A Peaceful Day

There’s nothing more beautiful than the little things in life … to stop and smell the roses, or to take a walk with your other half and the whimsical energy of a child.  We did this fine day though a bit chilly with the wind whipping at my hair, but that didn’t stop me from…

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Cavalaire-sur-mer

Feeling very fortunate to have visited this tiny seaside beach-haven. Perched atop a hill and from distant view, one can see as far as the azure blue sea meets the misty pink horizon … not too far from the luxurious jet-set hotspot, Saint Tropez … this quaint and picturesque town has become a home away…

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The Journey Begins

On the day that I was born, I was destined to be a nomad.  My dad once joked with me that we were descended from a band of gypsies.  As I grew older, that jest kind of went along with my life-long theme as a military brat.  After Vietnam, my father transferred around from air…

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