Flowers and figs

Relaxations. Today Meghan left early to go visit friends in nearby Nimes ("Neem"), which I learned is the birthplace of denim—de nimes, denim... You get the idea. Anyhoo, I stayed here at Domaine de Valbrillant (b&b) and slept in, had a lazy petite de'jeuner:



(while these guys sat at my feet gazing hopefully at my plate:)



A walk through the countryside followed, then some laundry, a nice chat with some Canadian guests, reading, swimming in the pool and a light lunch in the sun—yogurt with banana, almonds, figs off the poolside tree, tomato from the garden and a bit of olive oil and baguette.



Meghan came back mid-afternoon and we made way for Aix en Provence to stroll the streets and then enjoy a lovely meal on a patio. I couldn't help but partake in this ice cream after dinner. You'll see why:


So, so good. It had pistachio, vanilla bourbon, amaretto and nutella flavors. A flower of delicious.


Walking with this in hand, a couple of french boys said hello to us and Meghan accused me of meeting their eyes again. I assured her they were only interested in my flower. My ice cream flower!

Now beddy bye time. Tomorrow I say hello to my homeland! Or rather, my grandpa's homeland.

Goodnight!

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