Hello! Hope you guys had a lovely weekend. Today, I'm sharing a photo blog post of what brought me happiness this week.  For those following me on Instagram, you must have already seen this.  A lovely day, a stroll by the sea, walking through streets like this one with the scent of roasted chicken and sautéed potatoes wafting through the air before lunch on a Sunday. I thank God for these beautiful moments.  

"If seashells are love letters in the sand, then let's spread that love on the walls." I was walking one bright sunny evening along the coast of Les Sables d'Olonne with my parents-in-law and we stopped by the corner of L'Ocean Cafe to take a small alley that leads to Quartier de L'ile Penotte. 

Flabbergasted, the work of art on the walls of every house and street corner brings joy to any passersby.  Quirky, colorful and definitely creative, the local artist, Dan Arnaud-Aubin transformed these alleys not only as a tourist attraction, but a source of happiness and beauty. I think this is what Art is really all about. Creating something that brings us profound joy while sharing beauty and love with others. Allowing them to see what once existed in our mind, unexpectedly touching their hearts and soul.

Every morning after breakfast, I push the stroller and enjoy a 2 kilometer walk to buy freshly made baguette. On our way to the rose garden, I spotted this boulangerie and asked the family if we could try their bread one day. It wasn't the usual bakery they were buying from but for a change, why not? So off we went and ordered un Pain ordinaire, un Pain de Chef et une baguette a l'ancienne. O la la...what we got was a crunchy on the outside, melt in your mouth goodness. 

It's Father's Day today! Since it's the celebrated day for all Dads out there, I'll write about one of the many lovely walks we did as a family this week. I chose this one in particular because I got to step back from time to time, to watch my husband and my daughter.  I wanted to freeze these moments.

Once upon a time, there was  a girl named Beauty who asked her father for a rose. Or was it Belle? This story ran through my mind while we walked 5 kilometers to get to this garden. My husband wanted to show me a "Roseraie" that he chanced upon on his way to order pizza a few days ago. I still remember the way my jaw dropped at first thinking he suddenly turned religious and wanted to pray the rosary. He then explained to me in slow and clear french that he wants to take me to a rose garden. So the scent of roses greets us on a warm grey afternoon...