Plane's, train's and automobile's. The key clicks as I turn it in the lock and opens onto this:
It feels like a tiny, private museum perfectly curated and edited to the finest taste.
Vignettes everywhere I turn...
La Cuisine...a perfectly outfitted kitchen
A settee in antique celadon-colored velvet.
Bleached antique sideboard filled with cutlery, tea cups and wine glasses. A tapestry covered bergere chair. The museum quality painting (which is done no justice in the photo) was found, as were all things outfitting this charming home, at a local brocante. It is a typical Provencal scene, it's the view flashing by when you look out the window of the train, it is just outside the door, it is the vista at the end of every narrow, winding street in the village.
The dining table (featuring my way-out-of-context laptop.)
Stone stairway curves it's way to the bedroom.
Crisp linens, crowned with the softest antique silk duvet.
Hand wrought iron scroll fencing guards the stairwell ledge.
Enormous hand-hewn tree-trunk beams in the ceilings.
Madam presides over all.
Salle de bain.
The massive copper tub is as long as I am tall-a good 5 feet and nearly as tall, necessitating the huge, raw stepping stone.
I've never felt so completely, restfully, restoratively, at home.
More to come (I'll be here 6 weeks,) including details about how you can rent this magical house, the local ambience and, of course, the weekly win a brocante treasure contest happening every Friday during my trip.