Travel writer, creator of all content at Lost in Arles and quasi photographer living in her own particular dream world...for the moment in Provence.
- I did a double take. He stopped me in my tracks, actually. Because it had already snowed. How could he be here? And yet he was. To be sure, I extended the tip of my finger as gently as I could until I touched his leg, which he retracted slightly and very slowly. The simplest of gestures, filled with fragility and yet, strength.
Everything has its time. And it's own particular form of grace.
- Franchement? Un rapport qualité/ prix imbattable. Demi-magret de canard, poêlée de pommes de terre grenailles, lardons et champignons, jus corsé...pour 9 Euros. En plus? L'équipe tellement sympa et pro. Bravo Le Vintage!
The best deal in town. A perfectly cooked duck breast served with baby potatoes, mushrooms and lardons...for 9 Euros? Add a super friendly staff and voilà. A wonderful address in Avignon.