Sunday plans

Flaming June by Sir Frederic Leighton 1895

Are you wondering what I’ll be up to this Sunday? Well I’ll tell you then… After sleeping like a baby (althought anyone whose ever taken care of a sleeping baby knows that saying is quite…untrue) first things first of course. Time for breakfast.

Le petit déjeuner is served on the patio of our Provence bastide on our danish porcelain. Vive la Royal Copenhagen!

After that leisurely start of day I hop onto my vespa and head out for todays adventure!

A bit of kayaking on the Gorge de Verdon of course. After a couple of hours of paddling and taking in the grand vistas I wave good buy to my fellow kayakers(?) and head back to the bastide.

A refreshing shower and it’s time for lunch!

All that fresh air and exercise means that I’ve surely earned a bit of pool time?

As the afternoon ripens I get the urge for some culture and we head off to Aix-en-Provence and a visit to Cezanne´s studio.

Before we head out into the night, me and my handsome man, we stumble upon a hidden gem. A taco truck with the best quesadillas you can imagine. A tequila as dessert and we are ready to dance all night long.

A smoky and crowded jazz club is just what the doctor orders, right? As this day dream is blissfully existing in a parallell universe unheard of pandemics and no smoking laws. I hope I won’t be to tired come Monday morning…

My very own little country side hotel

In a world far far away in time, before climate change and evil viruses, you could do something marvelous, you could travel. In honor of that by gone era, I’ve allowed myself one of my very favorite daydreams. The one where my title is Madame Hotelier. Today I’m planning how my new 21 room hotel, located in the Occitan region in the south west of France, will take shape.

On the outside, I needn’t change much. The renaissance facade with its turrets and the surrounding lush grounds is picture perfect.

Some of the existing rooms are lovely and need no change either. With this gem of a room as a starting point I’m thinking that I want all the rooms to feel exclusive but relaxed, like a worn in pair of merino wool lined slippers. If that makes at all sense.

In this room I see a bar lounge with the feel of Soho House Istanbul or that gentlemens club were Meryl Streep was ignored in Out of Africa.

Away with those striped yellow walls and hello to “a Negroni please”.

So, would you come stay at my hotel?