The exhibition before the exhibition was filling up rather quickly.
And while I do have a very special attachment to the Chapelle des Trinitaires, as it is where Remi and I had our thunderbolt “we should live here” moment, I felt a little lost amidst the bisous of acquaintances and the getting caught up after summer banter.
However, I was delighted by an old image of the Antique Theatre, taken at the beginning of the renovation process, so late in the game, time-speaking. How much, nearly all of this grand structure had been pillaged. Stone to stone to be somewhere else, something else entirely after the fall of the Roman Empire and the trumpet’s blare arrival of Christianity in Arles. We build up, we tear down, we build again, we move on.
My friend Christine touched my arm and zapped me out of my reverie. We continued along the panels depicting the efforts to support the blue vein of Heritage running through Arles until we stumbled upon a small door opening out of the church…
…and into a courtyard. Remi came to join us, echoing our smiles in his discovery. Somehow, in the very center of town, we had fallen into an unknown place. And yet, apparently not so secret after all as a restaurant that I had dismissed as “for unwitting tourists” had many a table awaiting under the fairy lights. “It is quite decent actually, très correcte,” Christine nodded. “We should go one day for lunch.”
I took in this nearly imaginary corner with a gulp. The massive, over-laden pear tree with such beautiful fruit tumbled in the grass, the many layers of centuries shifting the architecture of the chapel with adds and minuses plus one very fortunate terrace overlooking it all with drying sheets flapping through what were once medieval windows. To my left, down a short flight of stairs was a side entry to the Hôtel Dieu, the hospital where Vincent Van Gogh was treated. Did he walk in this secret garden too?
the reverie of walking on the previous site of ancient civilization and following maybe the footsteps of Van Gogh. Can you experience that feeling again?
I love the idea that you were walking in the footsteps of van Gogh. The little secret courtyard looks so charming. I love discovering places like that. A big merci for your comment. It shooed away all the little doubts that assail me. You and Suze are treasures.
Hardly!!! Shhh… don't tell Will, but for my next trip, I want to drag over another one of my girlfriends who is an interior designer and go on an antiquing frenzy. Home base could be Vicki's Petite Bijoux 😉 Throw in a cooking class or two and it's the perfect adventure. Will can go skiing or something, I think he would like that better, anyway! XO
How lovely to find that secret courtyard. Did you put some of the pears in your pocket? Or take a bite whilst you were there? I would have been tempted. And I love that your eye captured the washing out to dry. Thanks for explaining why I couldn't comment on your earlier posts. Sounds as though you have a very sensible plan to deal with spam. Re Cairo; 4 special years there as what is known as a 'trailing spouse' 🙂
Not all of it, dearest Suze but the parts I share with you all are not so shabby, I admit. 🙂
*HUG*
hehehehehhee
Will report back, lovely Contessa. They serve Italian food and you know how I love that!
Nearly all of Arles is a demonstration of wabi-sabi. Time has been kind and not so kind and it is a pleasure to see.
So well said! It is like who am I trying to impress, you know? I am being a snob!! hehe
Actually Lorrie, we have a feeling that the Christians pillaged the Roman monuments to build the amazing churches and cathedrales here–that would show those "pagan" folk!
And thank you, I love when dark clouds condense the sunset like that.
Thanks, friend. And oooh, maybe you don't want to write about your time in Arles because, in being your honest self, you would have to admit that I talked your ears off and left you in a glazed over, "in need of immediate rosé" haze? hehehehe…
Counting on you and Will to get back here sooner than later…
Bisous!