La Nouillere .01

Our French journey continues two hours south of Paris…

La Nouillere – one of the quaintest villages in the French countryside and also the spot where my family have built their home. It is utterly French with green rolling hills filled with corn and sunflowers, an abundance of cats and dogs, and cobble-stone lanes twisting and guiding little cars into the next town.

I’m not sure that we have done anything other than prepare food, drink red wine, talk in two languages on the balcony, make yet another coffee, and walk the dogs (Bonsai, Gaiya et Cara)…