A little less than 2 months ago, I promised you that I’d announce some great news soon. Today, time has come to lift the veil. In about 7 months, we’ll be living in one of Europe’s southern regions, where the sky on most winter days is looking like this,


where you can have a siesta on the terrace in December


and have tea and write outside in early spring, without having to wear a jacket and layers and layers of clothes.



We will be living in a small village, next to the river Verdon and rather close to the city where you can see this mountain (in the background)


that has been an inspiration to Paul C├ęzanne for several times.

From next autumn on, French Provence will be my daily canvas. I feel so happy and grateful as I have been dreaming of emigrating for years and years: I love the country of ‘du pain, du vin et du boursin’, its diversity in landscapes, cities and villages, its poetical language, its adorable nature and its joie de vivre.

Since today, one thing is for sure: the birds in our French garden will have a home


as soon as we will live in our new house.