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| panoramic view from Cordes Sur Ciel |
In mid May Janet returned from France where she hosted an annual yoga holiday.
"Life there so simple", she sighs.
Each morning she was dazzled by the delicate poppies smiling in anticipation of another day as sun rose high in the sky.
On a lovely spring afternoon she would pull out her *wine* tooth comb and diligently investigate the results of hand picked grapes.
Other days she stumbled upon medieval villages and contributed to regional artisans.
She also read British novels, updated her memoirs, and visualized her return flight being upgraded to first class.
Breakfast du jour often consisted of espresso and a chocolate croissant from the local patisserie.
For now, it's home sweet home, her laptop, and the comfort of her life saving green kale lemonade beauty elixir.
On a lovely spring afternoon she would pull out her *wine* tooth comb and diligently investigate the results of hand picked grapes.
Other days she stumbled upon medieval villages and contributed to regional artisans.
She also read British novels, updated her memoirs, and visualized her return flight being upgraded to first class.
Breakfast du jour often consisted of espresso and a chocolate croissant from the local patisserie.
For now, it's home sweet home, her laptop, and the comfort of her life saving green kale lemonade beauty elixir.
