I won’t lie to you.
I threw out ninety percent of the photos that I had carefully prepared for this post and replaced them with those that I took yesterday evening.
“Yesterday evening?”
“Yes, yesterday evening.”
“You were in Crillon le Brave again yesterday evening?”
“I was.”
“Did you like it as much as the first time?”
(enter Mona Lisa smile here)
I don’t know what the future holds as far as this village and myself are concerned but I..
But I…
Have a wonderful week ahead, more soon and please leave the door open, thank you.
The light in that third image is amazing – beautiful capture, Heather!
The yellow and orange colors look like portals to an extraordinary experience where one leaves a heart or consumes a heart.
The lovely scenes climb slowly like the ivy as the sun fades and stars will not be secrets anymore.
So beautiful, I would love to move somewhere like that one day. I keep saying "France!" to hubs, we'd still be in the EU, fine health care wise ( that's what scares us about the US) but I doubt he'd ever pick up the language, not his forte.
"Falling in love with Crillon le Brave," of course. And I, too, am mesmerized by those photos — the oranges and yellows in particular.
Yes, Heather….we went there twice, which happens sometimes when your husband get your asses lost and everyone has to double back….
That said, I liked the village.
—david
Oooooo – you are leaving us hanging, you sneaky girl!! This does look like a beautiful town – love the golden light and it has such a calm vibe. It might be a nice place for my beautiful, golden, calm sister! Hmmmm can't wait to read more…
Hmmm…I have to admit that I rarely see sunrise. hehe BUT the prospect of seeing the night stars…oh my!