Something Borrowed

I don't know about you, but I love borrowing little things to wear from my husband. Mostly t-shirts to sleep in (I am not showing you these) and scarves. We actually even have two scarves that we bought in Yorkshire and that were meant to be "scarves to be shared" from the very start. 

These are nice, but I really like the feeling of spending my day with something borrowed from my other half. It makes my sentimental and romantic self feel like we are a bit together all day even if we're each at our respective works on different sides of Paris. 

Scarves keep me warm, they keep me stylish and the borrowed ones make me feel loved and glad for my marriage. They are my secret weapons that give me self-confidence and all kinds of warmth and kindness I might need at any given moment. 

Everyone shall sometimes borrow something, to feel you have somebody with you wherever you go. It works the other way, too. Borrow and lend, lend and borrow. A scarf, a t-shirt, trousers... No limits.

PS.: My favourite jeans shorts used to be my husband's jeans (not shorts, obviously).

Côte d'Azur, Côte d'Amour

Leaving everything behind, taking just your husband and friends, your swimsuit, your sandals, your sunscreen, your hat and sunglasses, some sundresses, shorts and tops. Thinking only about what kind of beautiful place you will go to the next day, what beach with turquoise waters you will be spending your time at and what ice cream flavour to pick next. That's my idea of a relaxing holiday.

And it's exactly what happened to me last week. Lucky girl, huh?

Starting your holidays with a beautiful wedding weekend probably gives it the right kick off, too. Most people start their holidays with stress while packing (have you packed your toothbrush!?!), being late at the airport, at the train station or stuck in a traffic jam. I guess starting them with a happy feeling is a much better option.

I was a bit worried the happy feeling would go away with the wedding over, but it didn't happen. It stayed with me all week. I couldn't believe all these shades of blue were true, in front of my very own eyes, in the Mediterranean, so close to several big cities. Waters so clear I could see my feet perfectly and at one point, even the fish swimming very deep below me. Without a tuba and a mask, just watching through several meters of water!

The best thing about St Tropez are not the bling yachts, it's the sunset.

We stayed not very far from the city of Hyères. When I discovered it was in Hyères that the name Côte d'Azur was born in the 19th century, I could completely understand why. I might be a colour freak, but as well as I couldn't help but marvel at all the different shades and hues of green in the Lake District this spring, this time I couldn't believe the different shades of blue the sea had up its sleeve. Azure, of course, but also baby blue, cyan and cobalt, teal, sapphire, turquoise, sky blue and deep marine blue. Some of those blues were so strange, they didn't even seem natural. But they were! With no filters, no sunglasses on, my head just above the water in one of the Calanques, the sea had a Smurf colour.

 

 

 

 

 

Fish!

Grand Site des Gorges du Verdon.

 

Vulture 

Moustiers

Lavender Fields.

And in this water we walked, jumped in the waves, swam, had fun, ate ice cream, talked, dived and windsurfed. Yes we did!

 

 

Wonders of Porquerolles

Holidays are always great, chilling out, having fun, not knowing which day it is.  And there are moments spent on the beach. Maybe it is because I come from a landlocked country, I just love the sea.

 

 

The salty breeze you can often smell even before you see the actual sea, the wind that tangles your wet and salty hair after a swim. The way it changes from one place to another, even if they are only a few kilometres apart. The waves kicking on the shore, or the calm waters just around the corner - the sandy beeches, the reefs and all the different shades of blue. The Mediterranean can be so diverse! Yesterday, we spent our day on the island of Porquerolles. Along with the islands of Levant and Port-Cros (which is a National Marine Park), they constitute the archipelago of the Golden Islands. The boat ride there is a bit expensive and in the heart of the village of Porquerolles, there can be crowds but the island and the sea around it are beautiful. I have never swum in sea this kind of blue. I always thought water this clear and transparent is only on Maledives or Seychelles.  Well it is not. We had a lovely day with friends. 

And I got to wear my new swimsuit I bought on Asos.