You’ll find these pastel colored, half-timered houses in Normandy were I was this summer. I’m always on the look for color, used in a special way. And in this region I didn’t have to look very far as they were just around every corner.
Memories of France find it’s beginning way back in time when I was only six weeks old and my parents took me with them on a road trip to France, in an old Beetle. Quite adventurous. We went to Brittany and of course I don’t remember anything about it. But it wouldn’t be my last time visiting because since then, France would be our destination for the summer holidays. So it wasn’t the lavender I remember being a little girl but the smell of sea and the feel of sand between my toes. Those vacations bring back some lovely childhood memories. Growing older, having children of our own, we also…