Two of my most wonderful friends decided to tie the knot in France, she’s French you see.
And not just any old place in France, the home of French country romance, rolling hills, crumbly villas, peeling shutters and blushing rosé, Provence!
It was a magical affair spread over 3 days with chateaus, peonies, chandeliers hanging from trees, music, dancing and a great deal of wine.
You know my motto by now, “if a little’s good, more’s better”. I popped out a couple of days early to enjoy the sunshine and explore a little of Provence.
Checking into a friend’s villa, filling a basket with the bare necessities and setting off to find the pool.
With the warm afternoon breeze picking up the smell of tumbling jasmine, the burgeoning rose garden and the new season’s lavender, it felt like stepping into a story book.
The sort of place you could lose yourself.
Or at the very least, your hat.
Straw hat with silk bow – high st version
Chevron bikini top // Broderie Anglaise skirt
Gold and tan sandals
Basket (from an old French market years ago, but this one’s similar)
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The villa’s split into two parts.
The main bit, which we stayed in.
And the pool house, which I immediately fell in love with.
Surrounded by lavender, roses and draped in honeysuckle, complete with pastel wooden shutters and creamy stone walls.
We felt like we’d stepped back in time.
Eventually, having walked the long way around, we finally spotted a glimpse of glittering turquoise off in the distance.
I took the shortcut.
Lavender sunbeds, no less.
We downed tools and made ourselves very much at home.
^ If anyone could tell me the name of these ombre spray roses, I’d be very grateful!
We popped open a bottle of Provence’s finest.
And got down to business.
Retro bikini top – bottoms
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Hopping up for the occasional refill.
Rose with rosé among the roses.
I think it’s fair to say I found my new home!
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