The French Orphans

Orphan photos, that is. Pictures taken that never found a home in a post of their own, but are too nice not to share…

The first three are from Fontaine de Vaucluse. I love the way the wild herbs just spilled out from the walls and hillsides. Thyme, rosemary, oregano… The sun filtered through them, and its warmth released their perfume…

Also from Fontaine, from our tour of the cave.

That’s an actual cave, not the French term for ‘wine cellar.’

Had to throw this one in. It was in a gift shop display at the cave. The lady in the shop got a kick out of it when I told her where I grew up!

We were lucky to spend a Saturday in the town of Epernay with friends from the states, and have a tour and tasting at Moet and Chandon. I had great plans for a post about champagne, but this was the only pic of the bunch worth keeping… Guess that means we’ll have to go back.

It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it!

Notre Dame in Paris, from the back. Buttresses flying..

Wouldn’t want you to get the impression that the only thing blooming at Jardin des Plantes in Paris was the rose garden. This lovely peony lit up its corner of the garden…

…as did this purple clematis just a few feet away.

Why don’t I have one of these in my garden?

Can you stand one more rose? She’s too pretty not to be seen. This unnamed bi-color was in the Potager.

A white gate in the wall, at the Potager, framed by an allee of young apple trees…a fitting way to ‘close the gate’ on this spring’s trip, and lead myself back to my own garden in Rhode Island.

Thanks for coming along.

Note to the family: Yes, they got here. Will post some pictures this weekend!

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