There is something tangibly romantic about driving around lavender fields in a classic French vintage car. Arnelle and I went around Ardeche's back-back roads, where she lives part of the year. We gleaned the orchards for apricots too. I felt like I was in a French movie.
Arnelle used to have a catering service before she became an interior designer in San Francisco. While there, she fixed-up fingerling potatoes with creme fraiche, trout eggs, and chives.
A simple, delicious, elegant aperitif.
Tangible romance from the moment we entered into Arnelle and Rodger's world…
A peek overlooking part of their garden.
French Husband and I slept in what used to be the mangnanerie (Magnaneries were rooms where silkworms were raised)
Yes, they have a wisteria-covered terrace where they serve lunch and dinner. I adore simple elegance. Time stands still—the carefully crafted charm of authentic homes, where loving details matter. The generosity of friendship tends to the soul of everything around.
We hope to return in Autumn to pick their olives.
I can imagine the picnic under the trees,
and the drives in Arnelle's car, admiring the changing season.
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