Every year, when winter comes to an end, we wait for the cold to go away. We are waiting for the perfect day: the one when the first ray of the spring sun will warm us up on the terrace. The sky is blue, very clear; the light is bright and promises a beautiful day!
Sometimes he arrives in March, but most often it is in April that we will go for our traditional walk in Saint-Emilion.
The village is so quiet at this time. The cobbled streets reach out to us and the children happily climb the difficult climbs for the promise of a macaron. We walk along the vines, we go next to the church, admire the view of the village that we know by heart. The first one up takes the picture!
We savor our first foie gras since Christmas, the post-eve detox having been there: with Saint-Emilion, we declare open the season of spring weekends!
This blessed period where every weekend we feel a little on vacation while summer is still far away.
We take the opportunity to discover the new shops then we are already nostalgic for those we had seen the previous year.
Saint Emillion © Les PteaPotes – Lydie
Summer… The walks won't end, the season is here, the beautiful season as they say.
so many places to find, and more to explore for the first time. Walks in the forest, villages to meet, you never get bored.
Every corner of the Gironde has its share of surprises in store for us. But summer is coming to an end.
So when fall arrives, we wouldn't miss our last trip to Arcachon. In October and some years until November, we leave to stock up on our dose of salt water and dunes. We know that we will have to wait for many months, so like an animal that hibernates, we stock up on sun and ice cream.
A final round of the merry-go-round on the Thiers jetty, a final round by boat to the huts et bird island, to feel the wind, now a little too cool, in the hair.
Comes winter and other pleasures. We'll say hello to the ocean, and we'll tell him see you next year! We know that we will find him just after the first spring outing in Saint-Emilion.
The children will have grown up, we will still have aged a little, perhaps there will be new babies around us, people will have left us, but the Gironde will still be there.
The Gironde is a full member of the family. It accompanies us over the years and serves as a backdrop to each of our memories.
The day the little one lost his tooth on the Cap Ferret little train.
The day when the big one let her hat fly away on the Bassin d'Arcachon.
The day we took this beautiful photo near the wash house in Saint-Emilion, they were so small in this image: this image that is printed on my cup as I write these words.
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