Venice: The Pink Houses of Burano

Hello, my friends! I hope this finds you very well.

We are having the most gorgeous summer in Seattle with day after glorious day of sun, blue skies and late-lingering twilight. Our rambling garden might just be at its best ever and we are savoring each fragrant, breeze-filled moment.

Today I bring you pink-tinted, sun-washed scenes from the tiny island of Burano, a short boat trip from historic Venice. Known for exquisite lace making, colorful houses and striped doorway curtains, Burano presents a particular charm that is architecturally quite different from the elegant palazzi of the Grand Canal. Of course, not all the houses are pink (!) but I felt that, grouped together, they offer a bright, light-drenched ode to the season that I hope captures the unique atmosphere of the island and helps extend the giddy and uplifting joy that is summer.

As always, I thank you for visiting and wish you a lovely week ahead.



Paris: Roses at the Palais Royal

Bonjour, mes amis! Today we revel in the sumptuous roses and iconic architecture of the Palais Royal in Paris, an oasis of calm and peacefulness away from the perpetual bustle of the city. From The Louvre, you cross rue de Rivoli and rue Saint-Honoré to Place Colette, home of the state theatre Comédie Française, and enter the Palace through a beautiful colonnaded portico.

Pass through the courtyard of the Cour d’Honneur with its black-and-white striped Buren columns and grey-and-white striped awnings, a motif that I love juxtaposed with the riot of random color and shape in the gardens, which extend beyond through the arcade flanking the courtyard.

Quiet instantly envelops you, and the carefully placed chairs and benches beckon, populated more by local Parisians than tourists.

Taking your seat, a bright sea of bloom greets you from every direction.

Not only roses, but white anemones, orange rudbeckia and all manner of summer flowers abound.

Wandering the dreamy abundance of the floral displays feels like walking through an Impressionist painting.

The gilded finials on the black gates of the arcades surrounding the gardens are another well-known feature. I love the contrast of the precise architectural symmetry with the exuberant wildness of the roses.

Double rows of clipped lime trees filter the light, adding a golden sparkle to the scene.

Hours can pass quickly, but as you reluctantly leave the gardens, returning toward Place Colette, stop by the delightful theatrically-themed gift shop for the Comédie Française, and then savor refreshment and people watching at the stylish Café le Nemours (I can recommend the warm chèvre salad and chocolate soufflé).

Palais Royal is a stunning retreat in which to recharge from a busy itinerary. Its proximity to major landmarks merely heightens its appeal – a welcome respite awaits mere steps from The Louvre.

Thank you so much for joining me! Á bientôt!



p. s.

(I’m very happy to be able to share these images from my trips last year. Currently, I understand the Palais is undergoing renovation and the views and photo ops are somewhat marred by scaffolding and construction.)


Footloose in The Palouse: Land and Sky

Hello, my friends! In my previous post on our trip to The Palouse, I shared the views from the top of a 4,000 foot butte. Today, the views are from the land, deep among the rolling fields, looking up at awe-inspiring skies. Seemingly endless dirt roads lead in tantalizing directions, mysterious and compelling. We followed them for hours – getting lost as we chose.

The farms, hidden in folds of the hills, are for the most part immaculately kept, with the occasional picturesque ruin as a counterpoint.

This crumbling old farm house retained its decorative Victorian trim; lady bugs cover the many vast patches of Queen Anne’s Lace.

Dirt roads disappear into the distance and wildflowers line the edges of the wheat fields.

The skies present a constantly changing show of spectacular cloudscapes.

And finally, on our last morning, we headed down a quiet country road on our way home. Suddenly, D spotted in the distance a herd of horses, galloping across a field. We screeched to a halt amid a cloud of dust, grabbed our cameras, which fortunately were ready on the seat, and ran toward the field. The horses turned, heading for us at full speed, and we were able to shoot just a few frames. I am not a horse photographer but I was so grateful to be there, have my camera with the correct lens and capture images of these magnificent animals. It was an exhilarating moment!

Many pregnant mares and foals were among the herd.

Thank you to everyone who shared their stories of this area in the comments. The Palouse graced us with many stunning and surprising subjects and this final treat was without a doubt the indelible highlight of a memorable and dreamlike journey.

Wishing you all a beautiful weekend!

much love,


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