We are the only Australians in our little village here in Arromanches. Both our guests and our neighbours have been genuinely surprised to find us here. We’ve not yet run into any other Australians living in Normandy – although I know via some quality Instagram stalking there’s a few more of us here. Across France there’s a quiet little influx of us that absolutely love the French way of life and have made France our home. I call us Fraussies. Short for Fraustralians.
You’ll find Tom the barista brains trust at Cafe Coutume in Paris (best coffee in Paris – its where the Australian Foreign Minister goes when visiting). King of the scissors David Mallet cuts the hair of celebrities and models at his fabulous Parisian atelier (never mind the stuffed peacocks a la Deyrolle). Vicky Archer bases her style empire in Provence for her blog “French Essence”. And fabulous photographer Carla Coulson has adopted the city of light for her beautiful portraits.
I first came across Carla when researching a trip to Italy and stumbling across her book Italian Joy. It was just as it said not the cover, full of the joys of Italy. For an Aussie with a clear love of the sea, beaches and sand under your feet, Carla has such a European sensibility to her photos. It must be the Sydney girl in her – a cosmpolitan city by the beach – that lets her be so at ease shooting one day in a cobbled lane in Paris and the next on a pebbly beach on the Amalfi coast.
If you want to win a personal photo shoot with Carla to be done in Paris this year, head on over to her website and enter away. Just bear in mind that you’ll have to beat me to it!