Picking up from Spotlight on France, The Country (Part 1)…

From Fontainebleau it was on to the South of France–dear, lord, be still my heart, the South of France. A dream.

A private villa that almost had you convinced nothing and no one else existed beyond its bounds:

Dinner was taken at Le Clos Saint Pierre, a meal to be remembered, put plainly. It’s one of those places where you tell the kindly waiter, “I can’t/don’t eat anything you have listed on the menu, so what shall you feed me?” And he winks at you and bows slightly and says, “Wiz pleasure.” And the next thing you know he’s delivered some swirled up vegetable concoction that tastes like Eden.

Then there was a visit to the every-Friday market in Valbonne, which courted me with its homemade honeys, jams, and chocolates, wooed me with its antiques, but married me three times over by way of its French linens.

From there it was a short drive to Antibes, where views of the Mediterranean stretched out before you forever, up and taking all your breaths away.

A Picasso museum sits just off shore, and the funniest to me was that they could have done without a single piece of artwork– an empty room with windows would have sufficed, as peering through the windows was like gazing at the most stunning masterpieces.

This home was directly along the sea, and it being so lovely, I bought it. Can you blame me?

Stay tuned for part 3…