St Paul de Vence

This place is amazing.

DSC_0638It quite literally feels like being inside an Escher picture…

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and here…

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It is breathtaking by day…

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There is a rich history…

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Certainly not me. I love every second.

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The South of France.

Possibly my favorite place on Earth. Thus far. It is where my soul comes alive. The smell of jasmine and lavender in the air calls to me.

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The beauty of this area is astounding to me. From the garden I could see the Mediterranean before me, and The Alps behind me.

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Once again, spoiled by my lodgings for the week, and beyond fortunate to call them family. To treat us to such an adventure. DSC_0686St. Paul de Vence. Simply amazing…

Step one, Paris

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This trip we spent far more time off of the Metro, and loads of time on foot, exploring. DSC01795It was so much fun to breathe in the city, marveling at architecture. Seeing and being seen.

DSC_0530Stopping at Museums to see works of art only before seen in books

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Enjoying a picnic on the Seine with my handsome hubby. Nothing makes me happier than slowing down with a splash of wine and a little cheese to drink in the moment, feel the sun on my shoulders and appreciate the little pleasures in life.

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DSC_0451Feeling spoiled at the views from the apartment…

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And the up close and personal pulse from the Champs-elysees…DSC01805Such fun nightlife. So much to get lost in, while finding that part of you waking up…

 

 

 

Jetlag…

I admire people who travel for a living. I can only imagine the green-smoothies and voodoo magic they must conjure to ward off jetlag. I am almost a week home, and still feel as though the ground is rocking. I’m saving a fortune on wine, as I have felt drunk & dizzy for a week.

I am sooo grateful for my own bed, my own pillow and to finally be getting back into a regular sleep schedule that somewhat mirrors my kids. Not that getting up for the day at 3 am wasn’t super productive. It was more the dragging, yawning, desperate need for a coffee from 3 pm on, and bribing the hell outta the kids to go to bed at 9, so I could do the same.

So, hats off to you travelers, I aim to join you once in a great while!