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!
Heather this village is so romantic, I can see you might feel a bit lonely after being there. I love the house with the wonderful shutters and doorway! Ahhh!
Xoxo
Karena
Art by Karena
2012 Artists Series
Oh my goodness Stacey, I can't write my way out of a wet paper bag these days! I meant to mention that the interior of the rotunda has been restored–it is a giant domed space and is used for classical music concerts. 🙂
A 12th century rotunda! Who knew? And what would that have been used for? So lovely!
Oh, Helen, you are too kind! I really hate having my picture taken so that photo says more about the powers of Vicki's fine company (plus a glass of rosé!) that she was able to capture a relaxed me and not a "deer in the headlights" me. 🙂
And yes, I agree about your fine advice–which I used last night! I don't know about you but I can never focus enough to read something proper in the middle of the night–it wakes my mind up even more! But I will surf the web and read all the smaller articles that I missed.
Also wishing you a lovely week ahead, dear Helen…
xo
H
I think that you two both have a loooong visit to Provence in your future!! 😉
Hello Heather
I hope your life is back to normal and your family is united. When this happesn,I usually will get up and make a warm drink and read and it seems within a few hours drowsiness returns. I am sure Ben would come to your rescue if there ever was danger.
I love your picture on the sidebar, taken by Vicki Archer. After seeing this beautiful picture I think you need to get triple bolts on the door or a security guard to watch over you in Remi's absence!!!
Your images of Simiane are dreamy and Ben of course looks like he owns the entire village.
Have a wonderful week
Helenxx
Another sensory treat for me! This appears to be such a magical place. . .my kind of find! It goes in the 'future's' file for sure. xoxo J.
Merci Anni et bienvenue!!! 🙂
Glad to discover this town and your blog
anni
Oooh, you got me there, Ann. Well, I have to have SOME real reason to go back and to finally pick up my chestnut beer is a good a reason as any, non?
And yes, you would be crazy for it here…Ambiance up the wazoo… 😉