A month in Provence

My plan for the last couple of days has been to sit down and finally update you all on my trip to Provence but after hearing the news of Anthony Bourdain’s passing I am having a hard time finding the words. No one could write about food, and travel like he could. His attitude toward food as a window into other worlds/cultures is something I hope will live long after his passing. He made the unknown corners of the world seem familiar and approachable. His voice, his narrative, was so iconic that the mere mention of his name brings his voice to the forefront of my mind. I hope never to lose that. I have now completed my Bourdain book collection and will read them frequently to keep that voice alive in my heart and mind.

RIP Anthony, you have earned it. Thank you for showing us the world!


I have been trying for a week to sum up the trip and I just can’t seem to find the words. It was amazing!  It was relaxing. We drank, we ate, we cried, and we laughed (a lot). We explored towns and we sat and spent time people watching from cafés. It was great! 

Since I keep typing and deleting, and retyping and deleting I’m going to call it a night and leave you with a mountain of photos. Sorry for the lack of story-telling but I struggle with it at the best of times (despite what my Mom thinks) and with one of the greatest story tellers of all time being silenced this week I just don’t have much to say.

Enjoy the photos and I promise to be back into the normal swing of things ASAP! I have several things I want to start toying with. Check back soon!

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