Cimetière du Père-Lachaise - Paris

Today I ran in Père Lachaise Cemetery for the first time. I am not sure if that is a disrespectful thing to do or not. But it felt good. It was like a quiet, paved park, without kids. I no longer have a Luxemborg Gardens or a Jardin des Plantes in my neighborhood anymore. This cemetery is the closest thing to it in these parts. And I really like cemeteries, so there's that.

I found it auspicious that my playlist put Black Angels on heavy rotation.

It was surprisingly motivating to run in a cemetery. I thought a lot about not being able to run one day, and that made me feel like I shouldn't take movement for granted. Trippy stuff to think about on a run, really.

The good news is that I am really into a grey, stone, green color palette.

 And then I played a little game with myself that I like to call, "which one would I pick for me?". I thought this one suited me the best. Very Lady Stark, yet simple, with a place on top to grow kale.  Kale for visitors. No colorful flowers. Great idea.

Uphill.

Just about the only color in the place, other than green. I had to wonder why the family chose this particular one.

I hope I never find out that it is not okay to run in a cemetery. 

Medieval introduction

My mom came to visit and I introduced her to Bourgogne.  Before seeing it with her own eyes, she used to think it was bizarre that I was so drawn to a medieval village in the middle of the French (wine) country. Because I was always a "city/beach girl".

"Oh, I get it now, it's not as strange as it sounds.  I can see why you spend so much time here, it really is magical."- Mom

L'Abbaye de Fontenay church. This is where her photo-taking got out of control.

L'Abbaye de Fontenay's monks dormitory. It was designed to look like the upside down hull of a ship.

The boys were out of town, but were generous enough to share their house with us. Here is the view from the bedroom she stayed in at the boys' house. 

One of my favorite places on earth, the boys' wine cave.

Les Cave Bailly Lapierre, where you drive your car into the cave and can taste/purchase a variety of Bially Lapierre cremants. I stocked up plenty, as can be expected.

We also did some house hunting around the village. The house attached to the left of the village's back arch was one I had considered buying last year, alas did not--overpriced, with moisture issues.

La Porte Peinte center for arts, in the heart of the village. Always an inspired afternoon escape.

Mom had to take the requisite photo in the rapeseed fields of flowers.

It's not everyday that your friends parents are all in the same place at the same, time (Argentina, US, and England). Especially on Mother's day. So Carla, Julian and I threw our moms a surprise three-way Mother's Day brunch that ended in bouquets for the moms, and dancing. Pure magic.