I couldn’t wait to escape from the big city so I went to live in the south of the Alps training to become a guide and ski instructor.
My life did a flip flop after a car accident which sent me on a totally different path with a lot of questions about the body and emotions… at the time the mind was not my main preoccupation.
It came later when I found myself at the feet of a guru in an ashram in Poona India and then in the USA when said guru went to live there… Quite a few adventures later and a lot of travel in between I am back in Aix en Provence opening a futon store, the first one outside of Paris.
Ad a few more years and I move to the back country on the plateau de Valensole where fields of lavender will become essential oil and I am working with a beekeeper. I do so much remember the smell of honey mixed with lavender when they are burning the stalks…truly divine scents.
Talking about smell I should have mentioned that I have been raised in a perfume shop in the Latin Quarter in Paris which belonged to my mother and grandmother and also in the barracks for the horse mounted Republican Guard where my father and grandfather served in the french army.
So… perfume and horse dung in Paris, lavender and honey in Valensole, thyme and lilac in Aix and a lot more. Memory and smell go hand in hand.
By then you must have guessed that I like change and on I went to be a social worker in Martigues, a big refinery port near Marseille, and also an ancient city with charming canals and my everyday access to the Mediterranee.
Very soon I longed to be back in the US ,and so I did, where… I just happened to meet Gregg Wilson and… we got married , moved to Marfa , where I worked with hot glass and jewelry and we are back in Austin, still working with hot glass and my strong desire to share all I know about traveling in France and specially the wonderful area of Provence that is my second home.