Flying Carpets are good at pretending.
I invite you to come along with me
to the little medieval town of Montmirail
in one of the most picturesque areas
of northern France,
the Perche
and to stay at the chateau of Maison Conti.
Ka Boom... the moment we have been waiting for...
the first rays of sun
striking the chord of the morning
We tiptoe down the stairs.
The whole house is asleep in
the blue room,
the yellow room,
the rose room,
the green room.
We join the awakening sun
glancing at the early morning terrace... dew...
We look toward the glass door...
the entry to the atelier
which will be a humming hive for many hours
Later but still in a dream state,
we are invited into the dining room
to a scrumptious breakfast
...perhaps a walk through the town?
(Montmirail is a classified,
architecturally preserved "petite cité de caractère.")
past the fairy tale castle
and its medieval herb garden
to the deserted cemetery as the light rain illuminates
through the Hollow Ways
that have connected each rural town for centuries
“Pinch me! Pinch me!” we say to each other...
Special thanks to our incomparable host and hostess,
Rick & Nancy
and the magnificent Maison Conti
maisonconti.com
If Gayle, Linda, Leslie, Michelle, Sydney,
Celeste, Carrol, Karen, Gwenola, and Nelly
had not come out to play in the atelier,
the Flying Carpet would not have flown to France...
thank you all for adventurous artistic spirit.
and to Zack, my Sidekick, for photo #1 and everything else...
...perhaps a walk through the town?
(Montmirail is a classified,
architecturally preserved "petite cité de caractère.")
past the fairy tale castle
and its medieval herb garden
to the deserted cemetery as the light rain illuminates
through the Hollow Ways
that have connected each rural town for centuries
“Pinch me! Pinch me!” we say to each other...
Special thanks to our incomparable host and hostess,
Rick & Nancy
and the magnificent Maison Conti
maisonconti.com
If Gayle, Linda, Leslie, Michelle, Sydney,
Celeste, Carrol, Karen, Gwenola, and Nelly
had not come out to play in the atelier,
the Flying Carpet would not have flown to France...
thank you all for adventurous artistic spirit.
and to Zack, my Sidekick, for photo #1 and everything else...
