Last spring I spent a lovely family holiday in Provence to celebrate my mother’s 60th birthday….my eyes were popping out half the time, the area was so unbelievably beautiful….lavender fields, cherry trees, olive groves and little teeny weeny French squares with the cobbles, patisseries and gauloise smoking wrinkled Gallic Grandpères that you would absolutely expect.
A good percentage of my holiday snaps document my obsession with French shutters and doors in shades of mint, duck egg and aqua, teal, palest peeling pink…
