This picture was the last one taken by me as I was about to leave for the airport 2 weeks ago, on my way home from Tangier, Morocco. I love the way lemons are sold with the leaves on over there, unprocessed, as is, right off the tree. I love the way the very simple, inexpensive aluminum top to the terrace table was thought to be worth adorning with intricately hammered curlicue motifs. I in turn, thought it all worth sharing an image of it all, here on my blog.
I love the simplicity of a simple bare bulb. Do not conclude I think it appropriate for all and any space. Far from it.
But in certain circumstances the look is just right, don't you think?
Of course the look dictates that the wire itself be decorative, like thread covered French wire, or a thick, even perhaps colored cord. There must be yards of it twisted around or flowing freely here and there.
And the bulb needs to be something special. No twisty Home Depot special.
I know, they are so much better for the environment. But can we make an exception.
I had not been to the Villa Majorelle in Marrakesh for a great numbers of years. This last visit to Marrakesh, we found time to do just that between two appointments and I was delighted. What a sight.: the bright saturated blue walls, the bright yellow, orange and Klein blue pots, the stunning ponds and the breathtaking flora of course. Everywhere you look is a new enchanting vista. At each turn a new burst of color. If you ever go to Marrakesh, make time to visit the villa's gardens. You will be in awe. Garanteed.
iPhone shot at the end of the day= not fabulous quality
A little relaxation during a working stay in Tangier the last 2 weeks. It was the time of year for mimosa; great olives from the market are available all year of course; a very nice Moroccan red wine and a few fun friends- this time very creative French expats- is just what we needed at the end of the day.
I am back from my trip to Tangier and Marrakesh. It went very well in spite of a lot of rain; very annoying for us but extremely welcome by a Morocco in dire need of a lot it.
I came home with the memory of a great if challenging trip, a lot of samples and some inevitable and fun goodies. I also came home with something unexpected: I just found out I have shingles (un zona, for my French readers). This is the second time- the first time I was in my late 20's. If I am divulging this tidbit of what should be private information, it is only because the consequence is an untypical (for me) low energy level and although I will continue to post, you might find it even more sporadic than I thought. When added to this 2 tiny facts: a) our move to France in July (oh, why-oh-why do we have to fill attics, garages and crawl spaces??? and how did we end up with so many snow boards, photo albums and discarded lamps? and please tell me why we have a BB gun and barbells..."suivez mon regard": follow my eyes as we say in French; no, I won't mention names...) b) my wonderful business partner's need, at the very least, of a decent amount of help to launch our line of home linens at the NY Gift Fair in August...
...well, you get the situation. I'll be very unproductive for the next few days; good books, my mac for movies and a few "Mots Fléchés" (French crosswords) And apparently a lot of sleep.