With the first glass of rosé in the garden of Alain Ducasse's La Bastide de Moustiers, we knew we had chosen the perfect hideaway. Charming, peaceful, warm and welcoming. A place to take a deep breath and get into the slower rhythms of life in Provence. Lush gardens. A view of the striking limestone cliffs. Old plane trees to shield us from the afternoon sun. We easily lost an hour or two to the luxury of doing absolutely nothing.
In our own little cottage filled with antiques, we slept off the last cobwebs of jetlag, the shutters open to welcome the morning sun.
And did I mention the food? A new menu each day, serving up delights plucked from the gardens just beyond our doors. Edible flowers, fruits and vegetables (40 varieties of tomatoes!) on a terrace with a stunning view of the surrounding hills. Michelin-starred dining may be a serious matter, but here relaxed elegance is on order. Nothing fussy or overdone, just beautiful Proveçal food glorifying the seasons and the local produce.
And I can't imagine a better way to start the day than a leisurely breakfast under the plane trees, sipping a big bowl of café au lait and watching the shadows dance across the courtyard.
After just a few days and nights of listening to the cigales sing, we were fully under the spell of Provence, breathing a bit deeper, our pace slowing to a stroll, all of our senses heightened, taking joy in each sun-soaked moment, and ready for more...
And even though today is a gray Seattle Monday morning and I'm drinking espresso at my own breakfast nook table instead of café au lait under those plane trees, I can still hear the cigales. There will be bit of Provence in my step as I take on the day.
Happy Monday to you, hope it's a lovely week! XO