Au Nom de la Rose

We came upon this ravishingly pretty flower shop on the way home tonight. It's called Au Nom de la Rose (www.aunomdelarose.fr). Isn't that gorgeous "ball" of roses insanely romantic? Just outside and inside the door of the little shop (it was a little breezy this afternoon) the floor was littered with rose petals in all the colours you see here.

 

If you had to live the rest of your life on this one block of Rue de Rivoli, you could be happy. After you'd chosen a bouquet of utterly gorgeous roses, you could then shop next door at the boulangerie and patisserie. Steps away are a wine store and a cheese store. A butcher's too, I think. Definitely a little area to go back and check. 

Lace and Roses

Whenever someone comes to this part of the world for the first time, we take them to Camon. Officially one of France's most beautiful villages, it's straight out of a story-book. Ancient stone walls, a spectacular abbey-chateau (now a charming hotel) a rose bush beside every front door, this is what the deep south of France is supposed to look like.

We ambled around within (and outside) the stone walls and along the narrow back streets. Cats dozed on windowsills. The sun shone. And, making the most of the last of the summer weather, someone had washed their lace curtains.