Lovebirds at the Sunday bird market in Paris, pink champagne truffles, summer novels, and snapshots of my favorite new magazine, “peut-etre,” filled to the brim with dreams, romance and whimsy. You can read the entire magazine online here.
I’ve always dreamed about visiting the Amalfi Coast, a fantasy resulting at least partially from seeing one too many Sophia Loren films and postcard renditions of lemon tree sprinkled mountains plummeting into a sea so sparkly it looks like blue champagne. We stayed in a town called Conca dei Marini, at this incredible seafront villa tucked into a cove overlooking a turquoise-water shore dotted with candy-colored sailboats and red beach parasols. Perfectly sun-baked mornings devoted to reading, bronzing, and the art of being ridiculously lazy and leisurely, afternoons spent adventuring on coastline drives to explore nearby towns, and finally, evenings back at home to prepare sinfully delicious al fresco dinners made from divine local produce . . . la dolce vita.