Love this, Eleanor. I have a home in Provence, which I have the absolute good fortune to spend the summer in each year. It’s also seen generations of stories played out over the years. A great grandfather built it brick by brick and passed it down the family line until it landed with us. Even the Terracotta pots in the front garden have a story as does the Cypress tree. Looking forward to reading more (and writing about my place when we arrive in a couple of weeks). Enjoy.
You’re so lucky. Think of the starving children 🙄
It doesn't matter if you grow up rich or poor, that fucking sentence .. think of the starving children ....
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Exactly
Love this, Eleanor. I have a home in Provence, which I have the absolute good fortune to spend the summer in each year. It’s also seen generations of stories played out over the years. A great grandfather built it brick by brick and passed it down the family line until it landed with us. Even the Terracotta pots in the front garden have a story as does the Cypress tree. Looking forward to reading more (and writing about my place when we arrive in a couple of weeks). Enjoy.
Yes this, every inch of it has a story
yes -- I'm inspired by yours :) Whereabouts are you in the south (if you don't mind my asking)?
I’m in the Var, near St Tropez
We are too - Le Redon, Marseille :)
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Love this and all your work, keep it coming 💕
Thank you. Thanks for restack, too x
You’re welcome x
Ella Bella, I'm loving all your writing ~ even your tweets come into my in box!! ;))
Loving you so much darling, through it all and marvelling at your technical prowess Xx
Oh, you! Thanks. I feel like I'm flinging words out. xx