Pining for Provence

I haven't been to France in (wait, counting on my fingers) Oh my god, 5 years and am missing it. So when I read the article on dining in Provence with Picasso in the New York Times this morning, I totally missed it. The article is a joy and reads like a summer picnic. While the tablecloths in Sanary-sur-Mer, where I spent my days in Provence were green and peach, they still had the paper cloth on the top and you could still look out over the Med., smelling the briny depths as I tasted them in my moules marinières and brandade. Oh yum. Time to pull out my Elizabeth David Cookbook again.