The Mistral continues to blow here and we continue to hang our laundry out in it. Our theory is that the wind will somehow work magic. This despite the fact that there were even a few flakes of swirling snow this morning.

The sea is whipped up so that it is luminous and milky, but France is very clear on the horizon and we can see St. Tropez from our front yard. It's breathtaking, but impossible to photograph in all its glory. We even dug out the telephoto lens (carefully packed and carried all this way for just such an occasion) and tried our best with that, but it is still so much better with the naked eye. We tell each other that you have to live here to see such things. Then we hurry back inside out of the cold and the wind.

We are very cozy inside, like hibernating bears.