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The Tale of a Desk
My Provence Blue Writing Desk

My Provence Blue Desk

One of the first things France teaches you is patience. You must not fight it, but go with it. There is a certain rhythm to life that flows there. Once you start to understand it, your days also flow. With that said, it took three patient years of visits to find the right desk.

That stands to reason, as an given room is always much more interesting when it is decorated over time with pieces and finds that mean something, a memory, hold some weight, and uplift your spirit. I was okay to take my time, and enjoy every minute of the hunt.

Our little stone house in south France, has a somewhat spacious room by European standards upstairs which has taken on multi-functions. A small house from the late 1700’s, always needs more storage, so a custom closet was created with a linen curtain front which fills one side of the room. This room is large enough to do yoga, stretching, and even light weights. There is room for a small stand alone armoire which has become my linen closet. Additionally, In one corner by the window, the thought was it would be perfect for a writing desk area. Not all days are sunny, and not all days are market days. So began the hunt for the perfect desk to fit in that corner.

I looked diligently for a desk at flea markets, antique shops, and village garage sales called “vide greniers.” It had to be a certain size, large enough to write on, place items on, and spend some time there. For three years, I looked for the right desk. Some were not the right size. Some were too formal and not the right style. Some were perfect, but an earlier buyer had claimed it. Some were sweet, but had flaws from a past life, such as a gap in the table top or a corner missing, which ultimately wouldn’t work.

Our Curtain Closet

New Closet In The Room

First find, an old map of France, dated 1721 was found at a flea market. The actual map is vintage, but certainly not 305 years old. It is a colorful map of the past where bodies of water have different names, the French boundaries different from what it is present today, and yet if you look closely many, many towns today are listed such as Uzès. It would be perfect for the eventual desk in that quiet corner.

One day this summer, John and I ventured over to Sommières by a friend’s recommendation. It is a historic medieval town on the Vidourle river between Nîmes and Montpelier, complete with a Roman bridge and vibrant Saturday market. We weren’t disappointed. We strolled along the large market and adjacent flea market buying a few vintage treasures, but no desk.

We had a wonderful lunch at a cafe near the river, and headed back to our car through the medieval streets. In a narrow street, so narrow a car couldn’t get through, we stumbled upon a really neat brocante or antique shop. In the back of this shop was this Provence blue desk. It was the perfect size, rustic style, and charm for our corner. My only hesitation was the color, would it work in my mainly neutral palette room. I thought it was either going to look really, really good, or really, really bad. There was no in between.

The shop owner said it had been in someone’s garden, and that sealed the purchase. This desk had a past life and story. How apropo to have a former garden table as a desk. The desk luckily fit in our car, and made the journey home. We cleaned it up, and brought it upstairs to the quiet corner, and it worked beautifully in the room. The Provence blue actually makes a desirable color pop for the room, and the color of course is so traditional, so Provence.

Second find, was a very simple but beautiful vintage brass lamp was purchased for extra working light.

Third find, was a small hand-thrown ceramic vase with matching blue colors to hold fresh flowers to cheer on those working at the desk.

Fourth find, was a vintage patina basket with a loop, bought at a vide grenier. It could rest on the floor or hang off of the desk. The proceeds from this vendor’s table went to assist a cat charity. That tugged at my heart.

The little wooden chair is a typical Provençal country chair. It is one of four chairs that was part of my very first flea market purchases. Two are in the kitchen, and now one is front and center at the desk.

The spirit and charm of the room was taking shape. The corner was complet, as they say in French.

A Nice Addition To The Room

Bon Appétit et Bon Semaine….Bonnie

A Little Stone House in South France
Buying Pillows in Uzès

Buying Pillows in Uzès, France

My husband, John, and I last summer bought a little stone house dating back to 1850, in a little village outside of Uzès, France. Officially in the Gard Department, it is often considered the very western part Provence, about 25 miles from Avignon.

It was a dream of ours that somehow got tucked away for twenty years. A yearning for more of Europe and a thinking of a “next chapter,” back in July 2022, we started looking online at properties in South France.

It was my task mainly to find this dream house and property for us. I started searching online in the Languedoc area, as suggested by friends. A very personal choice, somehow, something felt missing, and it occurred to me that from all of our travels and familiarity with Provence, that maybe we should be focusing on an area closer to Provence.

I was looking for a charming little stone house, old—but moderately updated. I didn’t want a lot of property to keep up, but perhaps a few flowerbeds and an outdoor terrace. It had to be in the countryside in a smaller village, and with great access to airports and trains. It had to have a lot of potential to decorate in a rustic, simple style. It had to be in an area that had vineyards, colorful markets, festivals, and a lot going on. I had a very clear vision of this house in my head.

Mas de Manion, Spring 2023

Mas de Manion Needing A Gardener’s Touch

On our May 2023 trip to France, time had run out. John and I were driving back to Barcelona in two days to catch our plane home to California. I remember thinking vividly, “okay, this is not going to happen this year.” The very next day we found the listing, by pure luck. We were visiting a small village market, new to us, and saw a small real estate office off of the market square. I had a feeling about this house from the very first time I saw the photo and listing in the real estate office window. VILLAGE HOUSE FOR SALE. MAS, RARE. It was meant to be.

Mas in French means farmhouse. Barely 800 square feet in size, it is a charming little house with a kitchen, living room, and one bedroom and bathroom upstairs. A pied à terre. A small outdoor terrace connects the main house to a separate studio, which was originally the tiny barn where they kept animals. Mature landscape was there, yet overgrown, but nothing that a little pruning and gardening attention could easily remedy.

Cooking at Mas de Manion

“Cooking Up a Storm” at Mas de Manion

This area of France is very beautiful. There are lots of vineyards, farms, little charming villages, black truffles, and even magnificent Roman ruins. I can’t say enough!

John Happy To Explore The Vineyards Around Uzès & Beyond

John & Bonnie Manion at the Pont du Gard, May 2024

The Roman Aqueduct Masterpiece, Pont du Gard, Is Close To Our Village

The Beautiful Spring Countryside Outside of Uzès

The Stunning French Countryside This Spring Outside of Uzès

For those of you who have big dreams of something in your life. My advice to you is, “chase it” and not tuck it away. Do it now. You won’t regret it!

Bon Appétit et Bon Weekend…Bonnie

Returning to Pont du Gard
Pont du Gard, March 2023

The Timeless Majestic Roman Pont du Gard

One day planning, and four days later hopping on a plane, my husband, John, and I were off to France in mid-March after nearly four years away. On a whim, and in the midst of the national French strike over pension, we traveled to South France and Paris in the off-season. It was one of our best trips to France yet, where everything seemed to flow effortlessly.

On a blustery day, edging towards sunset we stopped to take in the Pont du Gard once again. We had visited the aqueduct fourteen years ago on one of our first trips to Provence, on a much warmer spring day, approaching it from the other side of the river.

Taller than the Colosseum in Rome, the famed Roman aqueduct, Pont du Gard, in the Gard Department in South France always takes your breath away. Built over the Gardon River, and designed to transport water to the Roman city of Nimes 30 kilometres away, it has remained timeless.

I could go on and on about how incredible an engineering feat it was 2,000 years ago; that it is estimated that it took 800-1,000 workers to construct it over three years; that there was no mortar used amongst the stones; and that it has actually three distinct levels.

It is such a place of reverence and respect. So well preserved. So discreetly tucked away, and one with the landscape. So beautiful, words can hardly describe it. To further heighten the moment, we were nearly the only ones there, just us with our thoughts.

Seeing the Pont du Gard, I felt I was actually seeing time, not experiencing, but actually seeing time. It has such an ethereal aura about it, one can’t help but think of time in many different ways. Why is that 20 years can seem like a blink of an eye, your little nephew is now an adult approaching 30, or you don’t know how you can possibly know a special friend for over 50 years. Yet, in other situations, time seems to stop or become frozen, and you don’t know why. It is our perception of time in relation to our lives.

What also immediately came to me—I was literally seeing time before me, a span of my life in years, a gift, and the sturdy foundation was my values, unshakable and steadfast, always grounding me in life, and keeping me on course to follow my dreams and desires. Gazing at the Pont du Gard, it was an homage to a life well-lived, including the ups and downs, and much more to look forward to.

 

Past Related Post:
Provence: Roman Marvels Endure

Bon Appétit et Bon Weekend….Bonnie