The pool.

The pool.

pool

What an absolutely stifling day at the château, mes fleurs. It’s MARCH, and what in the hell is going on here? Since it’s too hot for a game of escargot with the children, I threw them down in the cellar to play “catch the rat” while I knocked off at the pool. Gilles actually caught one and mama couldn’t be prouder. Good rodent-catching genes those two have. I ought to buy them a tiger from the zoo, and pooh-pooh, maybe I will.

I just adore a midday repose out here, tucked into my hammock with a gin and tonic. I also love to skinny dip with close pals at midnight because cavorting naked outside of the boudoir is something yours truly considers requisite chateau behavior and #YOLO.

Pepito built the stone wall himself. Only took him three years. Perfection.

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