Where’s Scotty when I need him? As the days count down and I’m surrounded by packing boxes, I desperately want to be beamed up to my new home. The best way to distract myself while I’m resting on the couch with various sore muscles being chilled under ice packs is to think back to some of my lovely trips to France. And look forward to another journey to my favorite French destinations next summer.
And, you MUST scroll to the bottom of the photos to see my the abode which I will share with my daughter and her husband and my two delightful granddaughters, ages 3 and 5. I know I’ll enjoy the fabulous view of the entire San Francisco bay from my little private patio. And what better than having two little people prying your eyelids open in the morning, whispering, “Are you awake, Mimi?”
Paris in winter
Eze during the Christmas holiday
Spectacular Bonifacio where my love of Corsica and my novel MOTHER TONGUE began
The gargoyles of Notre Dame in sight of our apartment a block away
Honfleur–the harbor master’s where my great-grandfather did business on his clipper ship the Llewellyn J Morse
The cottage at Chenonceau at the height of the wisteria season
The harbor at Cassis–gateway to the Calanques
Opera Garnier for the ballet–red velvet heaven
Dinner on the beach at L’Ile Rousse in Corsica
The fabulous Chagall museum
Visiting 113 rooms at Chambord
The Paris Opera costume exhibit at Chambord
Serenity…the harbor at Bonifacio
The Petite Hameau of Marie Antoinette at Verseilles
A stunning view of Mont Saint Michel
A cozy view of my new home at night. That’s my special space on the bottom right behind the wrought iron fencing.
The back patios.
The double terraced yard.
My little private patio with views of San Francisco bay
A view of San Francisco bay from the main level