Sublime

‘The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.’”

I’m convinced that things that have been loved and cherished acquire elegance and character.

Instead, I began to see the world as a reservoir of positivity that I could turn to at any time. I found that certain places have a kind of buoyancy—a bright corner café, a local yarn shop, a block of brownstones whose window boxes overflow with blooms—and I started changing my routines to visit them more often.

Our aim: to create a life that is satisfying and beautiful.

It would be no hardship to spend most of the day café hopping, but as our trips to Aix are infrequent we feel a pleasant obligation to squeeze in as much as possible during the morning—to pick up a bottle of eau-de-vie from the man in the rue d’Italie and some cheeses from Monsieur Paul in the rue des Marseillais, to see what new nonsense is in the