July 25, 2008

Spanish Hooky- a not so still life

Whew. So many things to tell you as I slip under the spell of summer here at Camont with a glass of cold and bone dry rose' wine.

Ok, that's just the usual teaser used by people who live in France. We are snotty and protective about our perceived lifestyle and I, for one, try not to disallusion you, dear reader, too much. Actually, I am fighting the underdeadline-procrastination-book writing blues as my Spanish Hooky excuse of a book deadline looms overhead. The photographs are in the bag, the notes are being transcribed and 500 captions are not being written as we speak. But before I travel on to other parts of the world this summer spreading the Camp Cassoulet gosple as I go...(Old France to New Zealand anyone?) I want to leave you with these images of Espana... and a promise of more to come.

Spanish Hooky Bar

Summer Shoes

Catalan Table

Montserrat Morning


Barbara said...

You're going to New Zealand? And I don't live there anymore. I would love to have had the chance to meet. I have a similar espadrilles shot taken in St Jean Pied de Port.

Pirouette said...

Well, if you're going to be naughty at least let it be in a place that is sooooo beautiful. :)

kabonfootprint said...

I am just curious if the boat in front of the house is real?

I would love that...

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