Post bday celebration with an old birthday present from 2004, a Sophia Kokosalaki silk tulle top from her Summer 2004 “Spider” collection, and an exclusive bottle of “Cuir Mauresque” perfume by Mr. Serge Lutens.
Old loves go to heaven.
The last part of my roadtrip included a stop over at Montlucon and then the town of Annecy in the Rhône-Alpes region of France and the passage underneath Mont-Blanc mountain to Milan and Bergamo, Italy.
XXIIth century Saint-Peter’s church in Montlucon is one of the most striking Romanesque edifices I’ve ever seen, due to its authentic simplicity and those imposing round piles to support the bell tower.
The charming lake Annecy surrounded by mountains, laced with canals and flower-covered bridges.
Mont-Blanc is white indeed -its name resulted from its snow-capped mountain peaks throughout the year.
The food at 7367 restaurant in Annecy.
Alta Citta in Bergamo, an almost untouched medieval city.
The cold fish soup at Vineria Cozzi.
The yard at 10 Corso Como and the most impressive collections on display.
Byredo “Bohemia” candle came home with me.
If this year’s summer had a soundtrack, “Impossible Spaces” by Sandro Perri would be it.
I’m crazy about this guy.
“Today I saw you, big as the ocean. Yesterday I was sure I’d forgotten how to swim. I jumped right in you covered me like a lotion. Yesterday I was sure I was losing my skin. The sting of salt, the thrill of devotion. That’s the one I trust, incoming forward motion.
I wanna come to you, I wanna come. Really now, what else?”
Crossing the Loir Valley with all the memorable medieval and renaissance chateaux of the area around the river, was definitely one of the best parts of my roadtrip.
The gardens and the labyrinth at Chateau de Chenonceau are competing in beauty the main building with the arches
and the lush rooms.
The black mourning bedroom of Louise of Lorraine was enchanting, decorated with feathers (from the old French word “penne”, meaning sorrow), silver tears, grave-diggers shovels, widows’ cordons and crowns of thorns after her husbands assassination.
The local methode champenoise is the best sparkling wine outside Champagne.
Cheese again and again. I think I’ve tried every type of chevre that exists out there.
The duck salad at Le pot de Lapin.
Breathtaking view from the castle of Chinon.
The painteresque medieval town of Saumur, built by the river, and its charming chateau.
The countryside and the routes alongside the Loir river is something that cannot be missed.
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This collection exudes a timeless feminine flare offering a numerous mix and match choices for super chic outfits, catering to the desire of being unattached by current trends.
Τhe most remote and Western part I visited in France was this small island in Brittany, where the ocean meets the sky for ever and nothing stands between Europe and America but water. Belle-ile en Mer is a quiet paradise
for those who love nature and the wild face of the Atlantic.
The seafοod is absolutely amazing. Oysters and clams and crabs and fish. And vegetables and chevre. Everyday.
Port-Cotton: Where the sea water smashes fifty meters below your feet roaring and charging on the rocks, turning into a velvet foam that climbs to the ground. Every burden is blown away by the winds, that only herbs and seagulls can abide. Undefined nostalgia, food for the soul.
The weather: In three minutes time the summer sun may disappear and the water becomes silver while a storm straight from the atlantic is on its way.
The low tide lets you walk on the sea bed. Literally. Water recedes living boats, seaweed, clams and medusas lying on the sand.
Hydrangeas are big like trees but not as pretty as the wild flowers in the woods.
I’ve never seen anything like that night sky.
Going “marine” for dinner at La Rochelle, on western France