What is it that makes us urbanites particularly attracted to the rural chic, the rustic charm that’s a world away from the skyscrapers and crowds and the mass of pollution that we rub shoulders with daily? Not hard to explain. La Salvetat is such a place that would leap out at people like you and me from a glossy travel magazine. Tucked away in thick forest on top of a mountain, the only way to its heart was a thirst for adventure and an hour drive up the winding road. Your best bet to see and experience this enchanting commune in south of France? Come live vicariously through me. Read on.
Bonjour mademoiselle et monsieur! I hope you had a good breakfast this morning. Some crusty French pastries and sips of strong coffees, oui? On our list today are the Paul Riquet flower market and Friday farmers’ market. Now, on y va!
When in France, you may encounter some religious buildings or institutions bearing the symbol of a scallop shell. If you haven’t known, it is not there for decorative purpose. It is the symbol of…
Happy New Year, everyone! Happy 2015! This is a picture from Béziers, one of the oldest town in France and member of the most ancient European town network.
This quaint little French town has a lot more to offer than I expected. Admittedly, among all the Christmas festivities, having fresh mandarin from the garden is what I enjoy most whilst being in Béziers. I don’t get to pluck something so organic and pulpy off a tree everyday, so please spare me the eye-rolling or weird glances.
Hello there and Merry, Merry Christmas! I bet you must be lounging on the couch now giving your bulging belly a good rub. Well done, darling. I have certainly done more than one’s fair share of that in the past few days, all the feasting and merrymaking, it’s Christmas spirit we are talking about!
Quite an oxymoronic title today. Since when does the sun & the sea go hand in hand with Christmas? I would have to apologise if you’re here hoping to read about a cold, glacial, nestling around the fireplace type of holiday, because none of these will happen in Béziers. At a town in the south of France, drawing close to the Mediterranean Sea, wishing for snow is like hoping for a cow to sing.