
How do you sum up a week that includes summer markets, everyday observations, a few chuckles, and the little moments that make life in the South so enjoyable?

How do you sum up a week that includes summer markets, everyday observations, a few chuckles, and the little moments that make life in the South so enjoyable?

Summer isn’t a season. It’s figs, almonds and good stories.

No recap for ten days, but the sky’s still keeping its schedule better than I am.

The real heatwave isn’t outsideβit’s on the evening news.

Sold the car, kept the calendar on paper, and somehow squeezed a birthday, Le Mans, a nougat-fueled family reunion, and the season’s first proper beach days into 30 short days β June went out swinging, and July’s already raising a glass to top it. Click in for the full, slightly sunburnt recap.

What do you do when it’s 40Β°C in Carcassonne, your best friends are visiting, the pool is warm, the peaches are perfect, and the only responsible decision you make all week is going to bed before 3am β and even that one fails? You write about it, apparently.

Netflix and I have a complicated relationship. I resent the endless scrolling, the autoplay trailers, and the algorithmic nudges toward shows I will never watch. But last week, Netflix did something I grudgingly have to admire: it quietly uploaded the entire James Bond back catalogue. All 25 films. And so began the most productive week of my retirement β binge-watching 007 in strict chronological order, from Connery’s first raised eyebrow in 1962 to Craig’s final bow in 2021. I have opinions. Strong ones. And a spreadsheet.

βοΈ A Basket Full of Mediterranean Sunshine

Sun, sausages, and the quiet heroism of the designated driver.