I loved the nursery story of the town mouse and the country mouse. Of course it was always the country mouse, and still is for me.
Provence has been kind. No watches and simple things governing our day. It is light, we arise. Dark, head to bed. Markets day and local produce. Eggs on display, bearing marks from where they came and unashamed of it at that, fruit on vines, buzzy things.
Not really relishing the thought of heading to a bustly crowded pushy place. With stairs and bags and lots of small spaces with lots of small stairs.
The watch is back on. Trains to catch and all that.
Paris is groaning with expectation, the gallery and the exhibition, painting and classes. Uncertain providing and squishy little places. Tiny bathroom with no space to stand under the shower, sort of bend or somehow sit?
This country mouse will fit in and rise with the clock rather than the light. Adapt as best she can because she does at home in the shadow lands of country and city. Not one but not the other.
A special time in this beautiful place, cherished. This respite from our normal lives has been therapeutic. Richard very sad to leave, he wants to stay, wants to live here! Has been madly working out a way in which to stay or stay for longer!
The country mice may come again, but in the meantime try as best to bloom where planted. Make the best. Do the best. Work the best and love the best.
Farewell Lourmarin. Bon jour Paris.
Provence has been kind. No watches and simple things governing our day. It is light, we arise. Dark, head to bed. Markets day and local produce. Eggs on display, bearing marks from where they came and unashamed of it at that, fruit on vines, buzzy things.
Not really relishing the thought of heading to a bustly crowded pushy place. With stairs and bags and lots of small spaces with lots of small stairs.
The watch is back on. Trains to catch and all that.
Paris is groaning with expectation, the gallery and the exhibition, painting and classes. Uncertain providing and squishy little places. Tiny bathroom with no space to stand under the shower, sort of bend or somehow sit?
This country mouse will fit in and rise with the clock rather than the light. Adapt as best she can because she does at home in the shadow lands of country and city. Not one but not the other.
A special time in this beautiful place, cherished. This respite from our normal lives has been therapeutic. Richard very sad to leave, he wants to stay, wants to live here! Has been madly working out a way in which to stay or stay for longer!
The country mice may come again, but in the meantime try as best to bloom where planted. Make the best. Do the best. Work the best and love the best.
Farewell Lourmarin. Bon jour Paris.
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