There's a big claw-foot bathtub where I am staying so last night, after an arduous day of travel, I had a long, hot soak then opened my suitcases and started building my little nest, finding places for things. The bed looked inviting so I cozied up with The Gurnsey Literary and Potatoe Peel Pie Society, read for a short while, then turned out the light and fell quickly asleep. I didn't wake until early morning and only because a dog was barking its head off. I dozed on and off for another couple of hours and by then, the sun was fully up, beckoning.

I went out to the kitchen and there was the resident calico cat, waiting at the glass door, crying out. She's a real talker so is good company for me.

The day before, I had stopped in at LeClerc (grocery store) to search out ingredients that would duplicate my eating habits (crazy thing to do in France, a food mecca, but I love routine), so I made myself a pot of tea, spread cream cheese on ryvita, enhanced that with a bit of cherry jam, took a cup and milk and the whole works outside and had breakfast en plein aire... the forsythia and grape hyacinths and rosemary and cherry trees are in bloom as are a ton of small wild flowers that dot the property. I looked out into the clear sky, gazed upon the beautifully textured stone walls, drank my tea, and listened to the song birds call to one another. In the distance, the Saignon village cloche rang out the hour. That's when I knew I was back... back in Provence.