the countryside

Last weekend was a long one. We took the train out of Paris and into the mountains for four days of relaxing and family time. On a walk Friday evening, down a quaint little street in an old fisherman's village, I caught a glimpse into one of the cute chalet-style townhouses and thought it was probably one of the most charming places I've ever seen. As much as I love living in the city, sometimes I wonder what it would be like to leave it behind and make home in the country side. In a small town or village where everything is a short walk's away and where days kind of just slow down and melt together into one colorful adventure, not dictated by the rhythm of traffic or of the 9-5.