At beach restaurants like this one--and over at the old port in St. Tropez--everyone is asking for un rosé piscine. When June already feels like August, the "glass of rosé on ice" really hits the spot. But if you're like me, you might prefer "de l'eau gazeuse." To each his own, à chacun son goût! (If you are new to this blog, here is a picture of Jean-Marc and me. My husband does the sound files for this journal and I write the stories and photograph. Enjoy!)
"rosé piscine" (roh-zay pee-seen)
: rosé wine served over ice cubes
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Pour faire ce qu'on appelle "un rosé piscine," versez le vin sur des glaçons, le tout dans un grand verre.
To make what we call a "pool rosé," pour the wine over the ice cubes, all this in a big glass.
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A DAY IN A FRENCH LIFE... by Kristin Espinasse
Decisions decisions! What with the unbelievable encounter Mom and I made last week--and Friday and Saturday's escape to the beach--there are plenty of things to share with you. But something tells me to just let everything percolate, to instead share photos and enjoy this change of pace.
The following snapshots were taken in Ramatuelle, where, ambling alone amidst the winding village paths, I heard sighing.... The quiet and the beauty this village will take your breath away too!
If you've ever felt out of place, take courage from this wayward branch. What beauty it adds to the picture!
Before I moved to France I would see this color blue in films depicting French life. Blue on the walls, blue on the shutters... and then blue in the Mediterranean Sea over which Jean-Marc married me. (Coming up, now, on our 20th anniversary...)
A white picket fence in America and a volet blanc in France....
There are a few imperfections in this photo, but a dreamy something overrides them.
Cool and quiet here in summertime--and a word from our sponsor before we continue...
All I need is this garden shed-turned-nest. And you? Perfect fpr listening to the birds, and hearing the village come to life with its clanking coffee cups and bonjour messieurs-dames, goodmorning folks.
So much to do in Ramatuelle, but if you run out of ideas... have a look at the chalkboard outside the Office de Tourisme. Even it is as pretty as a picture.
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