Flowers on every window sill and they seem to be nearly always red.
Old buildings with facades that speak of a past.
Brocantes as plentiful as the stars in the sky.
Cafes… where the heart can take time to spill.
The color.
The seaside.
Amazing door handles (small details count!)
The open market especially when figs, olives, mushrooms, and chestnuts are in season.
French countryside scenes to paint with memories.
and a crazy in love French Husband who cracks me up with his silliness!
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