Soirée In Saint Jeannet
To experience firsthand, the renown beauty and magnetic charm of Provence, France, was one incredible privilege all its own. But to have the pleasure of a long weekend spent as a local in the impossibly perfect village of Saint Jeannet, that’s the kind of serendipity you can only hope for.
Flying high on the heels of wedding season, we made our way to Nice for a few days escape from the bustle at home. Met by the illustrious expat herself, Maria Francesca, we wound our way up the mountains to a 500 year old stone cottage, tucked tight between the foothills of the French Alps above and the glittering Côte d'Azur below. Together with new friends and familiar faces, we gathered to celebrate the birthday of the beautiful Sandrine Adeline.
What began as an intimate toast and autumn garden party, gave way to hours of colorful dishes, deep reds and a caramel macaron cake that still haunts me to this day. Admittedly, it doesn’t take a weekend abroad and a table draped in eucalyptus to make a lasting memory. But the simplicity of a night surrounded by warm company, and the feeling of being at home when you’re a world away—now that’s a moment to treasure.