A weekend in the heart of the Alpilles, in which I return to Saint-Rémy-de-Provence to enjoy the summer which is prolonged.
I stroll through the streets of the old city with the allure of a small Provencal village and stop at the fountain of Nostradamus.
I follow the footsteps of my dear Manon, to have delicious strawberries at "Mon père était pâtissier" (My father was a pastry cook), the juice of which I still taste in my mouth.
Details of my outfit of the day :
Tulle dress "Myrine & Me", skirt "Ewa i Walla", sweater "Promod", and Argentine rosary of seeds and wood beads "Empreinte Ethique".
Original article "Près de la fontaine de Nostradamus" translated by Annie of The Bunny Bungalow