If there is one place we would like to revisit it would be the mediaeval walled town of St Paul de Vence, France. Aah, the French Riviera. Walking through the narrow streets you see a little vignette everywhere you look. Turning a corner reveals a splash of bright Provence sunshine lighting up an overgrown bougainvillea, another corner takes you to a back lane where a stray tabby winds its way around your legs. Steps are worn down with the passage of hundreds and hundreds of years of foot traffic. There are now little boutiques and cafes, art galleries and souvenir stalls all over but there are enough quiet lanes where you can stop and imagine being back in the middle ages.
I had fun imagining the lives of the locals. This little garden table and chair set for two. Who sits there? Who tends the potplants? Do they wonder about the people who lived there before them? So many stories..
There were many shops selling souvenir style bits and bobs, antiques and locally made arts and crafts and fashion.
A delightful little drinking fountain in a courtyard with windows overflowing with flowering plants.
This tabby was curious about us but as you can see it had an ear out for others in the area too!