La vie en rosé

We can summarize a philosophy, or rather a style, I would say mine of course, with the phrase “la vie en rosé”. It is very important to underline the presence of the accent, for the distinction with the words “rose” which I must say refers, at least to me, to the song by Edit Piaf (any other reference seems superfluous to me), which, even if wonderful and wonderful she is however a little bit melancholy. And we (I also give myself the plural maiestatis) no longer want melancholy, now we have thrown it behind us.

The perfect combination is shoes and phrase, which later became the gift for her husband’s anniversary. Now it should be noted that the husband has been educated a lot and in detail. It is a tacit agreement that by now I believe we have established … I say in a direct and precise way the gift, he looks, controls and realizes. So I’m happy that I have a gift that I like, and he doesn’t have the gift problem to think about.

So here’s the espadrilles (which are so cute for the summer and comfortable too) with the catchy phrase la vie en rosé

Now said phrase, or rather the word Rosé, not only has a meaning referring to life, but for me it has a meaning referring to wine, obviously. It will be my French life, it will be that I love Provence and France (except the French) and that I love wine, in short, rosé is my favorite wine. In fact, I especially love the wine of a “domanie”, the Chateau Vignelaure, which produces white, red and rosé wines. Of the latter I would say that my favorite is La page. So good that I got the boxes for the wedding, serving the Vignelaure rosé as an aperitif, along with the champagne, as I had already told in an old post.

I must say that rosé is now also being produced in Italy and Tuscany, but it is not the same thing. The Tuscan one, which I tasted is very strong, not as delicate as the French one. It is obviously a matter of personal taste, and in any case the rosé is French. You have to get over it and pay little attention to matters.

Now here I am, then, with my shoes on, a glass of French rosé in the summer to drink, relaxed and almost healed. You could also drink the Saint-Tropez way, not just chilled but with an ice cube.

And in any case, the vie en rosé always has its own reason.

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