Putting a whole restaurant together is extremely full-on. When we’re not actually involved in actively doing something it requires, we’re thinking or talking about it. And usually, I’m worrying about it. It’s nearly, nearly there.
Most of the pictures I take at the moment are to remind me what we need and where I’ve found it.
Loo in progress…
Paint samples on the wall. Eventually we chose the one on the left.
Joel being silly.
Waxed concrete floor. The concrete guy is also a winemaker in Bellet, Nice’s local wine country.
The day the flooring was poured, with the unpainted doors.
Bindweed and oleander – down the street. There are masses of flowers everywhere now
Bizarre and welcome interlude 1: I went with my old-lady charity to a circus in the middle of nowhere for lunch.
The roof of our building is being repaired, and the crane that came to deliver stuff smashed right through our terrace.
Ted’s hips seem to be hurting him a lot, but the last time I took him to the vet, the vet hit him because he bit him. I can’t even begin to describe my fury and upset at that
Terrifying electrics in the kitchen.
Welcome interlude 3: a pretty nice site for a flea market! On the port in Villefranche. That’s Joel on the wall.
Welcome interlude 3: Joel with his flask of coffee while waiting for me to mosey around a fleamarket.
Welcome interlude 2: Sue’s really wonderful son Fred dropped in when he came for Euro 2016.
Our terrace tiles are no longer made, apparently, which doesn’t help when you need to replace some of them…
The painters, the mason, the ironwork and his son and the architect having lunch at the restaurant next door. The restaurant next door must have made a lot of money on our team having lunch there every day. No such thing as sandwiches for lunch in France.
Bar in progress. The ironwork man put everything in the wrong place and had to do it all over again.
Extremely welcome interlude 6: Joel having breakfast at the Eden Roc hotel. I was writing up a piece for Dior so got a free night there, and,well, the bed was big enough for both of us!
Welcome interlude 4: lunch in Italy, after a swim, before a snooze under the parasol.
Spaghetti vongole in Vallecrosia: we were thinking about designing a new range of bikini tops based on lunch: the clamshell collection
I’ve spent hours and hours choosing posters and pictures for the restaurant online. Here’s one of them.
Me and Francois Demachy, nose-in-chief of Christian Dior parfums. What a gentleman he is, as well as a genius.
Welcome interlude 4 (or is it 5?): Desserts at the Eden Roc hotel
A little local fair. I love the traditional hats, with the little crosses, like Cocteau drew everywhere.
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