Sophie (the paper version of myself) has many dreams. Some (or most) of her dreams have something to do with France: The Paris apartment, the 2.55 (and the Birkin, and the Antigona, and the YSL Cabas), freshly baked baguettes (who needs Croissant when you can have a whole thin loaf of French bread… every day), a life of market hopping, cafe hopping and wine bar hopping and the list goes on. In that francophile bucket list, there is one dream in particular. One dream Sophie (and me) have been feeding with movies and books about ex-pats in France (We have read almost every memoir available on Amazon) for a long time: A Summer (or every Summer) in Provence. The quiet life seems so appealing when you live in one of the most hectic (but always charming) cities in the world. The plan?
Pack a bag with sundresses, shorts, books, paper and art supply.
Grab the dog and leave for a month, maybe more.
Rent a car (even tough we don’t do highway driving) and a little house (with Wi-fi).
Do some gardening (even though we are terrified of insects).
Buy countless cases of wine and fresh bread.
Drink the wine (we are really good at that).
Eat the bread (while it’s hot).
Enjoy the view, enjoy ourselves.
This, my friends, tops our bucket list. What tops yours?
Illustrations: Ana Sofia Alanis
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