I am again in France, “chez moi”, in other words, in my hometown at the mountains of the Alpes-Maritimes, the part of the Alpes which goes all the way down to the Mediterranean sea. Isn’t it just wonderful to combine the mountains and the sea?
Some people could wonder why would I ever have the idea to leave, but it is also wonderful to come back rich from experiences of other parts of the world!
With 3 hours sleep I feel happy to get back to coffee and ditch tea for a while… at the café of my hometown.
But in any case, I am here with a special mission. Check how it goes with my book, it seems that my editor is a bit lazy and we need a boost. All the village people were curious or were harassed to buy my book. Now it would be good to open up to a broader public. At least the next villages and the region 😉
And Yes, the presentation of my first book took place in my village of the South of France, at the local bookstore!
It has been a big local hit: 55 books were sold on the spot!
Ok, half of them went to aunts and uncles, former boyfriend of the time I was 8 year’s old; others to former neighbours who were curious to see if they would learn something about my personal life all these years far from the cafe and the village church. After all, I am a village celebrity 🙂
And yes, it is practically a self published book because if I sell the 200 books we have edited I will end up with a profit of 200 euros.
But it meant a lot to publish in my mother tongue first and to do it there where my life started. Even if at my little village -we call it small town- there are also those who forced me to get out and seek adventure in the wide world.
Now I feel kind of exhausted at my village café. It feels like, whaou, there were about 100 people there who seemed to be interested in whatever I have produced. Even if I have my blog-friends who are there with their inspiring comments, it is great to have humans with flesh and blood being present.
The next step is to see if they enjoy it as much as I did writing it!
have I mentioned that the reason I left Paris for a year in London was to work on an artistic project? Well, part of the plan was to go back to my hometown for a month and a half, to look for local artists who will join this project. So here I am, in my hometown, at the South of France, again.
Yes, in my family home, because my funding hasn’t arrived yet. This is a challenge in itself. I have to face apart from the occasional curious neighbor, old teacher from school or classmate, the also- crazy members of close family.
Is it possible to concentrate in these conditions?
I would say it is a kind of mental exercise 😉
My hometown is the harbor I started my trip from. Touching base from time to time is important.
where were I these first days? I was travelling towards the South of France, in my hometown, a small place somewhere in the ” Alpes Maritimes. Yes, I will keep it a secret for the moment. Because in this way I can talk about people in the art world without having to reveal my identity or theirs.
People are not as important as situations, interactions, and this is similar to every human being on earth… and different at the same time. That is why we are blogging and sharing experiences.
I plan to stay here for a while and then enjoy the seaside, there are so many beautiful spots in this area!
I also need to release some pressure and forget my plans, let the universe take charge and take a nap!
my friend from Antwerp, the Northern part of Belgium came for a couple of days and already left. My mission was to help him out find a beautiful spot for a summer-house in the South of France. I would have picked up some unknown place at the Hautes Alpes, but he was obsessed with the Côte d’Azur. After all, why not choose a classic? If Picasso, among others loved this area, why not my friend?
We walked and walked, drove here and there, asked questions and answered others. Finally, he decided Saint Tropez is the spot he likes. But he will come back again with his family during the summer to visit again the properties offered.
In any case, it was a beautiful excuse to see again spots I am familiar with and always make my day when I am there. At a moment when they are so much quieter than in the summer time 🙂
It was important for my spring break to fill my eyes and mind with beautiful images, smell the sea and the spring flowers, watch the coast line. I could put myself in the place of my friend and imagine it is I who is deciding for a summer-house. It is a sort of commitment. Like a marriage, I guess. You pick this place and you decide to create a more permanent bond.
To dedicate part of your time. Other places can be more beautiful or exciting. You can still visit them and never return. But once you pick up a place you call your own, it becomes a center of gravity, pulling you there 🙂
I was checking beautiful places because a friend of mine from Flanders, the Northern part of Belgium will come to visit and will look for a beautiful place to buy in the South of France.
I don’t know his budget, but it is difficult to decide between the “Hautes Alpes” and the Côte d’Azur. It depends on the person’s mood and taste I guess. To me, most places are beautiful, I would have a hard time to pick up just one.
In any case this will be a nice break to help me see my priorities right now.
I am not an expert on property, but I can help as an interpreter and also know people and places here and there 🙂
with all the soul-searching and intrigues of March, I decided to take a spring break from Paris and go visit my hometown in the South of France. No, I don’t tell you exactly where it is. You know it is not by the sea but not too far if you go by car. It is a small town, people know more or less each other, and most younger generations have been to Paris or here and there for work. Unless those who work in tourism in the broader area.
I arrived at night, and right now I continue my Parisian habits, I took my computer to the neighborhood café and write a few words. The weather is beautiful and I am to go for a pique nique with some family members and friends.
It is a great joy and a challenge to meet family and old friends who know you since you were on diapers.