1-5 July 2026
Life at LPR follows a predictable
pattern now that Emma Louise and Johnny have arrived from Kent. We breakfast under the umbrella on the
terrace. Pots of coffee, fresh orange juice, warmed baguette and butter, croissants
some days, jam and a platter of fresh seasonal fruit.
EL&J are working remotely, so we head
off to the market and Intermarche for daily baguettes and Flashy is easily amused
getting the automatic orange squeezing machine to squeeze 18 juicy oranges into
a litre bottle. Checkout is slow French style. Have a chat, find your cheque
book, slowly pack the sac and waddle off. That’s the oldies on a Thursday. Must
be pension day.
We take our lunch around 2 pm,
under the shade of the cherry tree. A beer and Aperol Spritz is common with our
salad, baguette and cheeses. Dips in the pool are needed, although the
temperatures are now in the 30’s. Somehow it’s dinner time. 8 pm mostly as it
is still not dark until well after 10.30
pm. Rose and red wines with bouillabaisse or a salad Nicoise. More bread and
cheese and we almost make it to 10.30 most nights.
We are heading to Barbizon for
six days so EL&J can entertain their friends from the UK. We have a cute
BnB in the Grand Rue, overlooking the street. Barbizon is about 45 mins south of
Paris, near Fontainebleau and clearly a short break for the les petits
bourgeois of Paris.
It was taken over in the mid to
late 1800’s by the “colourists”, artists such as Corot, Millet and Dias de la
Pena, who came for the colour, light and natural forests. It remains today a
village of painters. Galleries sit side by side with restaurants, a patisserie,
butcherie, artisanal glaceire and the odd wine bar. Beautiful stone and ivy
homes and lots of trees.
About seven metres away from our maison, is the
house across the street. Their bedroom windows overlook our lounge window, as is
the case throughout Europe. Yesterday, the elderly (we think owner) rose from
his slumber, threw open the window and, stark naked, stood in the window and
surveyed the street below. We were too stunned to get a photo but are on alert
today in case it’s a daily practice.
Saturday night we drove with ever
increasing stress, looking for a petrol station. Finally got fuel. Then off to Chateau Vaux le
Vicomte for a little picnic and joining a small crowd of others to enjoy the
2,000 candles lining the chateau and garden paths and an 11 pm fireworks
display.
Two young chaps visiting a wine cave.
Some of the 2,000 candles lining the Chateau's garden.







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