The one where I live in a castle in Issigeac, France…

Welcome to my humble home this glorious spring afternoon! Albert and Coraline, our two resident swans, is busy trimming the pond, making sure not a piece of grass is out of order. Here in the south west of France life is calm and full of history. On Sundays I visit the market in the quant little medieval town of Issigeac nearby. There I stroll with my weaved basket, buying all the fromage, fresh fruit and vegetables I can carry. But today is a day for just wandering in the garden and the adjacent woods, accompanied by my own thoughts and the family’s chocolate brown labrador, Theodor. Having found som wild flowers in a small glade I make my way back to the chateau, arms filled with a big bunch of flowers.

After placing the flowers in a jug in the kitchen and a light kiss on my husbands cheek I end up in my living room. Curled up in an arm chair reading a book after I’ve poured myself a glass of apéritif in one of these cute little 19th century glasses.

In the kitchen my husband is preparing a late lunch. I can hear him whistling to a Otis Redding tune “When this whole world gets tired of us. We’ll have each other and all our charms”.

Lucky me, we are having a roast lamb with thyme cream sauce á la Mimi Thorisson. I tell the chef he is an absolute god in the kitchen and he chuckles and says “for those kind words I´ll even do the dishes”.

Oh dear! All that deliciousness made me a bit sleepy, time for a nap..

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What is a curated daydream?

Do something with what you love they said. But what if your favorite thing is to fantasize about living in a French castle filled with antiques, art and all the pretty books you can imagine? And what if you feel all the joy when you do extensive research on whatever topic catches your fancy on that day? And what if reading history soothes you? How do you turn all those things into something of your own? I’m not sure, but here goes nothing..