On Rue Tatin

Okay, so let me preface this post with saying that: I am not a stalker. I swearz.

But, when I happen to read an awesome autobiography about living in France, and then I happen to be traveling through the south of France, sometimes I might happen to find the author's neighborhood and take pictures of their house. Okay? Not usually, just sometimes.

So, of course we didn't knock on the door and invade Susan Loomis (the authors) privacy, but we did go into the church across the street, and the flower shop on the corner - both of which she talks about in the book. Cool and fun.

In "On Rue Tatin" she talks about the coldness of her neighbors, the flowershop owners. So, we had to roll in there and inspect them ourselves. Guess what? They totally did not disappoint! Hah! The girl working there could've put a "crabapple" sign around her neck and planted herself in the soil.

Fun times.






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