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August 5, 2014 · 2 comments

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En Francais

En FrancaisIt’s been just over a week since I got back from the South of France and from time-to-time I’ve found myself letting out a puppy-esque whimper thinking about the fairytale castle that I got to call home. Smack-bang in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by vineyards and bobbing fields of sunflowers (more on those later this week!), it was picture-postcard-perfect. I spent a blissful week at Cheateau de Lisse preparing for the wedding of two of my dearest friends and it made an incredible setting for a breathtakingly beautiful wedding. With turrets aplenty, suits of armour standing to attention, twinkling chandeliers, marble staircases, ornately grand salons (one even complete with a grand piano!), a vineyard, an outdoor swimming pool, a lake and *catches breath* a resident croissant-nibbling peacock we named Pierre, Chateau de Lisse was an extraordinary place – a veritable adventure playground for adults and I miss it dearly.

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Most of all though, I miss being surrounded by my very best friends and the run-up to one of the most fantastic weddings I’ve ever been lucky enough to attend. The past ten days I’ve caught myself fantasising on numerous occasions about my magical holiday with our daily diet of croissants, Camembert, cornichons (and copious amounts of red wine!), morning swims, forest walks and impromptu cabaret/karaoke/dance-offs.

I returned to London with an obsession for French shutters, a full-blown addiction to Violet liqueur infused champagne and a love for Reblochon ice-cream after eating it served on a duck confit salad  (if you ever happen to be going to Nerac then check out Le Vert Galant – an extraordinary restaurant that serves THE BEST savoury and sweet ice-cream I’ve ever eaten). Being completely truthful I’m not entirely sure how I’ve managed to cope this past week without my newly-found vices, anyone know where to get Reblochon ice-cream in London? Anyone?! What I’ve also come home with are some of the happiest memories and if entirely possible, an ever deeper love for the crazy-mad-bunch of people I’m lucky enough to call my friends. So Vive la France and if anyone happens to be visiting there any time soon then please pop a bottle of Liquer de Violette in your suitcase and I’ll be an extremely happy girl. Ta.

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