Although I prepared these photos days ago, I have been regarding them carefully one a time for a while, letting the sun outside my window bow into itself, just as it did while I had taken them.
You see, I have been out of sorts all day. A silly thing, really. Remi is up in Paris on business and I couldn’t sleep at all without the reassurance of his presence. The rise and fall of his breathing at my side. Something that hasn’t happened in a long time, that sneaking fear winning me over but there I was, rising in the night, wandering through the rooms, checking the locks, searching up for stars. My own private ghost.
And so I have been trying to will myself back to Simiane la Rotonde, merely by the looking. I was so touched by the response to my previous post. Quite a few like minded souls pecking around this ephemeral pond. And Simiane is indeed as joy-inducing as my little clickety-clacks can suggest. But would we live there year ’round? Well, it isn’t an option for the moment but my how it caught our breath. And we all know, those moments that tug at your heart strings are something to listen to…
One of the men that we spoke to–my, they speak slowly in Simiane–said that tourists don’t often bother with this “village de caractère” because it is not directly on the road. Peu importe, if it is only two minutes away. Well, tant mieux. For the rest of us.
I have many more villages to share with you. Really, prepared to be tired of them, I certainly was! But there was no place that called like Simiane, with its odd 12th century rotunda and equally odd oddness. Something tells me you won’t be surprised when I let drop like a bead in the pond that we hope to go back before the end of the year…Let’s hear it for dreams! The good ones that shake away the shadows of the longest sleepless nights…
Speaking of something to listen to, my honey is about to board his TGV and should be home just after midnight.
Sweetheart, this song, “I found you” is by The Alabama Shakes and although I don’t know who found who, this is for you…
Have a wonderful weekend everyone, full of lots of dreams, yes, the good kind!
Debra, something I want to write more about is how this is the unknown corner of the Luberon–who would have thought that even be possible still? But it is. 🙂 And I bet that DD would behave himself perfectly well here!
Hope you are having a lovely weekend too!!
Nothing wrong with that Sharon… 😉 And just think of all the antiques you will find!!!
There really are some amazing ones–both within the village and in the valley below…
I always appreciate your bright encouragement Wyn–and I slept like a log last night. 🙂
I have to admit that I "cheat" to get those photos with Ben cocking his head. He can be quite a diva about posing since we have asked him to since he was a puppy. So often he will willingly get into place then stare fixedly off to the side as if he were above it. That is when I come in to play by using his favorite words to get his attention. I believe there it was: "lunchtime". 🙂
And I love that you called me "H"–just like my family!
xo
Elizabeth, it sounds like you had quite a time of it–I wish that I had known. I really would have tried to TGV up to Dijon to keep you company for a bit!
Thank you, BLW. And no, I don't find that strange in the least. I was the same while living in NYC and Paris. So comforting to be so surrounded…and anonymous. But as I get older, I feel that I am returning to my country childhood and the joys of zooming in.
Merci chere Loree! And isn't it funny but I have always dreamed of visiting San Gimignano! You and are both so lucky in our ways. And yes, "discoloured" is perfect. There might be room to dream of a vacation home (or shack!) but not just yet…maybe one day!!!
Hope that you are having a wonderful weekend…
Oh my, Leslie, although I really appreciate the thought, I am not so sure that Ben has the protective gene in him! So far, he has let us down in such situations but you never know! 😉
Oh, my heart is now completely lost to Simiane. And, yes, let's hear for dreams! Dreams of travel, and love, and, maybe chestnut beer? 🙂