winter in france is my favorite. the thick fog settles in like clockwork (in fact, you have to plan around it since you can’t drive in it), the heaping, crackling fires (my favorite is the fireplace in the kitchen), the pineau
(the homemade non-labeled bottle is part of the perfection), the savory + melt-in-your-mouth foods, and time with family, especially my adorable grandfather.
i imagine winters in france have been like this for centuries. in the small town that my family is from (and that we were married in)
i wonder how much has changed — and i am pretty confident not too much has. and i love that. sundays during winter are hunting times. i love following my grandfather around + pretending to be a part of the old tradition (and mens club. in fact, i was supposedly the first female to go hunting back in 2008).
we are headed to france in just a little over two weeks (eee!) and i cannot wait. my cousin, the film maker, is making a little documentary about my grandfather + his hunting friends. i cannot wait to help + play + sit in front of the fire and sip pineau and eat civet. it’s a tough life, but someone has to do it.
*the above photos are from a trip to france in winter, 2008.