Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Each time our lucky guests arrive in the land of 300 days of sunshine? Il commence à pleurer. I've started to think of rain as guest weather.
Today, Bill's parents and Aunt Maria got up for their first day of five here in Aups, and it was pouring so hard that even the marché was a bust.
But still, even in all this water, the garden is beautiful: orange, blue, and green.