St Paul de Vence my last perched village!
Trip Start Oct 18, 2006
93Trip End Oct 19, 2007
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As l got of the bus l was presented with another beautiful perched village like Eze and Saorge yet this one once again was uniquely different. Of course over commercialized and extremely busy its restaurants were bursting at the seams and waiters were rushing through the narrow streets and alleyways carrying dishes and plates with them
Yes thats right, l caught the train from Nice to Cannes Sur Mer where Laurence and the girls eagerly awaited my arrival. (Why is it that when l go away for a week they all seem to have grown so much when l return!). Overwhelmed by now splendid tan (my sunburn had come through!) we made our to their house and on the steep climb up the hill l noticed we were heading the same way as l had gone to St de vence that morning. As Laurence opened the large remote control iron gate l was suddenly transported to what felt like my deepest fantasy! Before me lay my parfait (perfect) house! Surrounded by layers of olive trees we waved to the grandparents who were pottering around in their vege patch as we drove towards the Provencal style/ranch/Tuscan house. I feel in love with it immediately. The smell of lemons and thyme and lavender surrounded me and as l entered the chalk stained doorway and noted the lovely wrought iron door handle l looked down upon beautiful tiles and up to lovely exposed beams
Well don't be too jealous as l spent three of my days there in bed as l had come down with a nasty flu and its not that much fun working with four girls on holidays when you have the flu! Although the palm tree patio and Lillie's on which my bedroom looked out upon, the huge shower and bathroom with lovely tiling which l shared with the girls was enough to get me through! Ohhh but l was so jealous when l saw the bathroom of my employees! Their bath had been elevated so that it had a majestic view over St Paul de Vence! How l longed to take a bath there!!! Looking over at the perched village l smiled at myself and realized l was after all staying in one of the Mansions l had looked out upon and dreamt of staying in! It was paradise....despite the fact that l was tre malade (very sick). But l will never forget this place- the amazing comfy furnishings (which amazingly had not dated for over the 12 years they had been placed there), the large plate chester draws with built in lights illuminating it and its contents at night and who could forget the in built walls surrounding the inside and outside of the house
This was it.....this was my perfect house! Shame about the price! Prime location, looking over the hinterland, St Paul de Vence, Cagnes Sur Mer and the Mediterranean and yes it was right next door to Micheal Schumacher's house!! Hmmmm a little out of my league! So l spent every moment trying to enjoy it there (when l was out of bed), taking long walks in the olive groves with Chloe's and the German Shepherd dogs in toe, playing tennis, putting my feet in the freezing pool, lying on the deck chairs reading and the window seats, eating Brie fromage and easter eggs from the Easter table, eating salads consisting of olive oil made from the olive trees surrounding me and making lemon meringue pies and cordial with lemons l picked off the trees outside the kitchen! Ohh any woman could die happy in that kitchen!!
Robert Dallas- the famous architect who built the house even had it featured in his book on this style housing which he has created.
Overall this holiday has been my favorite so far next to Egypt. The perfect mix of adventure- who can forget the round the world adventures of Petit Bleu (Kats Nivea sunscreen which we nicknamed because of his blue coloring) which was not allowed in Kats carry on at Basel airport at the beginning of our trip, so she checked it into a plastic bag at Basel airport
But my adventures were almost as good as his l think! Fun times in Madrid wandering the streets, hot flamenco nights, panella in Alicante and Mediterranean dancing in the sea, beautiful Alicante where wine, fireworks and tapas bars abounded and l got to slide down Gulliver's coat tails and feel like l was home in Sydney, lovely Marisellle where l came away smelling like lavender and lilac soap and the amazing Cote de Azur- the most beautiful colored water, coastal walks, hidden coves, perched villages, gorges, yachts and villas! And feeling like a movie star in Cannes and an artist in St Paul de Vence. Yes it been parfait (perfect)- and l don't want to forget a sight, taste, smell or memory of the last two weeks!
(Note- Unfortunately lam not allowed to post any photos of the house on the web due to security reasons, and l will respect this and my employees privacy. But l have taken almost a whole memory card worth of photos if you would like to see them when l get home let me know.)