Come find shells and enjoy time at our little castle at the sea…
This old town was built with a language that has not been spoken for a long time
On the soft turf that clothes the mountain brow, Marks the bright sea-line mingling with the skies…
Lavender Lemons and the smell of freshly washed linen
We sell awesome homegrown stuff on our way to San Francisco ;-)
Always looking forward to those Sunday afternoon teas at Granny’s …
So, the cooking didn’t quite go the way it was planned…
An old silent pond fish hiding under the leaves waiting for the sun…
