Whenever Denise and Vlad are in Provence, which is every summer, we try to spend as much time as we can with one another, 'cause that is what friend's do. Luckily, for us, Denise loves to cook, and she has the right touch of sweet and spicy to match.
The moment we walk into their home we know a feast will be prepared and then a nap will have to follow by the pool. Such a luxury to be spoiled by friends.
The fig leaves became a tablecloth and foliage from their terrace filled an old jam jar, instant decor for the table.
There it is the richness in the everyday lifestyle of Provence.
Field to table freshly picked and served, grapes, figs, almonds, olives… the multitude of cheeses and baguettes with conversation flowing as easily as the wine, arms ready to pat on the back, laughter as music and a generous table that welcomes anyone who pops in. Provence is laid back, with a vast landscape that runs to the sea and let's nout forget that painter's trekked here to capture.
Provence is Denise and Vlad, happy am I when they come to France.
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