The Cicadas are coming!

Today we heard our first cicada sing his song from the trees. It must be around 28 Celsius and dry conditions for the bugs to make the exodus up a tree and start their musical chirping that becomes such a big part of the Provencal summer. Some people hate their chirping, I find it hypnotic........

Les Temps des Cerisiers

It's Cherry season here in the Luberon. The branches on the cherry trees are heavy with juicy red fruit. This is the first year that we can actually harvest a big bowl of cherries from our very own trees. I am also surveying our almond trees to make sure that the fruit advances without any damage from our bug friends. So far, so good.

Last Image of Greece

Our boutique hotel is full of hipster English tourists. All mid thirties with adorable loving outfits only an English girl could wear. This particular woman has been hanging out the pool in the same dress combo for the past three days. I could not take my eyes off her outfit in a weird 'touch it to make the pain feel oh, so good' kind of way.

I think it is time to leave Mykonos, Greece

Finally,grilled fish.....

After days looking grilled fish, we finally found our haven called Kounelas which means rabbit.

We ate a delicious arugula salad and grilled bar with a bottle of very light Greek white wine at 11.5 % alcohol. Yaz started to mix with the locals and that was my cue to find a taxi back to the hotel.

Sur la Plage...

Yaz and I hit several more secluded beaches on the north side of Mykonos. Lots of Ipod sharing and running into the cold Aegean water. I almost got our mini car stuck on a cliff. My San Fransisco days of driving came in handy.

Very expensive Greek Salad

Yaz and I flew to Mykonos, Greece to get out of the cold, grey Parisian skies. We both were taken back from the barrenness of the arid island. No trees, just tootsie roll colored dirt and white houses plus thousands of English tourists in bad clothing. We had calamari and two drinks for 42 euros on the famous Little Venice area. I got in a shouting match with the crook owner who later apologized for his ripping me off. Yaz and I will not go back into town after that so I rented a car and will start hitting the more secluded beaches around the island.

A Double Life

A copy of DOUBLE MAGAZINE arrived in my mailbox the other day. My friend, Fabrice Paineau, writes for the new, alternative fashion/art magazine. Do we really need another magazine in this age of fashion blogs and virtual Pret-a-porter collections arriving with one keyboard click? Hmm.....

Yet, something was different about this thick 5 pounder sitting on my lap last night. I actually read it front to end cover relishing over the Juergen Teller's Cuban photos to the latest visual candy of Serge Leblon and stylist Camille Bidault Waddington art deco collaboration. Flipping through the pages of Serge Leblon's dreamy imagery conjured up memories of a photo shoot Jean Pierre and I posed for in Italian Men's Vogue a couple of years ago. Again, Fabrice wrote the article and Serge took many photos of couples in various cities around the world. Thank God, for Photoshop!