Before we moved to France we sorted through a lot of items, some that would fit well in the French property and much that would not. Sometimes difficult decisions were made about what to keep and what to dispose of. One of which was the old wrought iron candelabra, I thought no, it should be left behind, Paul wanted to take it for personal reasons. Yes it was and I am so glad that we did.
It was not until I started to renovate the candelabra that I began to remember where it came from so many years ago. It was a gift from my father in law who died seventeen years ago. So while I worked fond memories of him came flooding back. Recalling our first meeting when he welcomed me as ‘Mortisha, from the Adams family. Well I was dressed in a long black dress with hair flowing past my waist and wearing a large black floppy hat. In my defence I was only seventeen at the time and it was in the late 1960’s.
Fond memories of a man who is still missed today.
I think that he would have loved sitting on the veranda by candle light sipping a drink or two. Cheers Dad.
Now that the warmer days are here, flowers are starting to develop and open in our courtyard.
Magnificent is the apple blossom on our new tree which looks and smells gorgeous.
I just had to take pictures of our babies relaxing in the spring warmth.
Cleo on the veranda steps dappled by the sun.
Angel, or as she has affectionately come to be know Groucho Marks, she was not in a good mood that day.
Vide-greniers and Brocantes:-
Sarlat 27th May.
Daglan 3rd and 4th June.
Castelnaud-la-Chapelle 13th July.
Saint-Cyprian 26th and 27th August.
La Roque-Gageac 3rd of September.
Tropical plants with their curious alien like seed pods.
Here is a close up of the pods, they reminded me of a scene from the film “Alien”, not a pleasant thought for me, far too much imagination!
This view was taken from the car park looking up towards the cliffs.
I wish that I knew what this plant was with its gorgeous red flowers, if anyone knows let me know please.
This selection remaindered me of the scene in the film The Last Crusade, when Harrison Ford had to pick which chalice to drink from.
This desk took Paul and I back to the late 1950’s when we were at school learning while sitting at desks which were similar to the one above. I was lucky though I had fountain pens rather than the ink wells in this desk. You could also buy the class photographs from the 1930’s, 1940’s, plus end of term school reports.
Believe it or not this stack of cushions are porcelain, they look so real. They were so interesting that I was tempted to ask the price but where would I put them?
Temptation over with, I have always wanted a flat iron as a kind of homage to the women who had to use them, who I have great respect for. This particular one is fascinating due to the fact that it seemed to have belonged to the Gendarmerie which is cast into the iron along with the Gendarme emblem. After we had purchased the iron we were talking to another antique dealer who said that it was unusual and rare!
Picnic area perfumed by flowers
For example it was fascinating watching an artisan at work creating a person’s name in wood. The speed at which he worked was extraordinary, with in a few minutes he had completed another name.
This gentleman looked so splendid I had to ask if I could take his picture. He corrected his posture to his full height and looked proudly at the camera. He had hand made jewellery for sale on his stall.
Here are two of them at work.
Our French Dream 