The witch, le bébé and the wardrobe

So the South of France came and went as quickly as a Gouda cheese sandwich in the morning (my basic food these days). It was three weeks ago but it feels like ages. This picture was taken in one of my favorite new places: a very old small city in the mountains, called Castelnou. The witch was welcoming. Le bébé was 3 months old. Now he’s almost 5. I need to renew my wardrobe. Oh yeah, and I moved to Belgium two weeks ago! Spells I tell ya…