You are sunny, keep up your smile in all kinds of situations and when you once really loose it, then it never takes long until it comes back to brighten your pretty face.
Oh yes, I have seen that you are in Provence already, seated on a pretty wicker chaise, sipping a pastis and nibbling some crispy toasted bread with tapenade spread on top.
Let’s make this happen! Let’s stop talking. We have been waiting too long already!
Could you PLEASE try to come to Provence around the 18t of July and you stay as long as you feel happy and don’t get tired having me and my little stories around you.
Another beautiful idea would be that you come and see us here in Lugano, on the 2nd of August. We will then explore Como and the lake, go on a Riva boat ride, have lunch at the Villa d”Este, enjoy Sao’s homemade specialities, explore the Borromean islands with their breathtakingly beautiful gardens in Lago Maggiore.
After the 6th of August we’ll return to Provence, with the next window for us to inhale the lavender perfumed air together, to go to the market under the old sycamore trees, take a break for aperitif and newspaper or simply people watching, return home for lunch and laziness around the pool. The musee Granet is waiting for us, as well as little street concerts and the coral colored old town of Aix with its uncountable, refreshing fountains.
Jean Claude and I are already looking forward to having you with us very soon. Your room is waiting for you, we stop eating the fraises de bois ourselves to keep them for you, we start to observe the weather forecast to be sure it’ll be sweet and sunny, Jean Claude works on his apricot teint and I have gotten myself a new petrol eye liner ; )
I can’t wait to share with you sooo much in person, with all details, accompanied by laughter and moistened with some bubbly drinks.
Love you more than cocktail hour at the Quisisana in Capri!
How could I refuse an offer like that? Then, after I emailed her today and asked her if I could share her email with everyone she sent me this:
You allow me to share in little stories, the beauty of the fairytale called life. We talk about all the interesting people we meet, people with different backgrounds and fascinating passions, we get hungry over the latest homemade dishes we have enjoyed, share our enthusiasm over organically grown vegetables from our own hatch, we love to look at chic Parisians, huge sophisticated flower bouquets and wide, aery hotel lobbies.
We love to laugh together, giggle over silly things, and when a dark cloud shows up on the blue sky above, we love to be together, tenderly united, as together we have the strength to blow it away!
You are my very dear friend. Feel free …
I love you more than the smell of the orange blossom in Sicily (we’ll go there on Sunday)
Many sweet hugs, also from Jean Claude
See! How could I even possibly think about ALS after receiving emails like this is?