We lost two friends this week, one was Australian/American and the other was Vietnamese/French. We have spent a lot of time with both of them over the past four summers and we will miss each of them.
This morning we visited the property of a new friend, Jean Francois, whom we met at the wedding last weekend, and he came with his family for lunch at our house, early this week. He invited us to walk onto his property to see the cyclamen and crocus blooms. It is an old house with terraced stone walls surrounding, and much of the entrance and grounds of Caillavet are covered in pink and yellow blooms just now. We parked our car in the long drive and walked to the gate, letting ourselves in. It was beautiful, and from another era.
