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!
Quelle bonne idée, Amelia. Merci, merci plein fois. Je suis très touchée par ça…
Thank you friend. So happy you are here…
xo,
H.
Heather, the first picture of the old stone tower certainly looks like a big honeycomb…:) Although it might have been an old fortress tower(?). So much character all compacted into one little area – Simiane. Even if not to live year round, then for short peaceful retreats throughout the year. As much as I love Paris, and I've only been there once, Simiane and other similar places are truly the heart and charms of France. My suggestion for sleepless nights while your beloved is away…have him recorded a French lullaby. You'll sleep better while listening to his voice. Babies aren't the only ones who need lullabies. I know it works…:)
Bon weekend mon ami.
Amelia
Isn't it gorgeous Karena? It is actually a B&B, called the Maison Dumaistre. They have a room for two people up to an apartment for 6 running from 60-130€ per night. 🙂