Throughout the village, the pavement is littered with the remains of heavy brown figs and the leaves on the trees and vines look exhausted. The air is so soft that it is hard to recall the heat of only a month ago and the days call to you to go for a walk, ride a bike or, as I will do this Sunday, drive over with the windows down to see the work of this marvelous artist Julian Merrow-Smith, who's elegant figs are pictured here.
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I very much enjoyed reading your entire blog on purchasing a house in Provence. I feel inspired. I would love to see a picture of your home. Can you post one?
Hi Amanda, Well 2 years later I'm writing to say that as a single woman I've been reluctant to put a full picture of my house online or prominently name the village. But I did just post a watercolor drawing of the front door, if you'd like to view.
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