Return to St. Hilaire d’Ozilhan

We have been running, sometimes in circles. For we have had a shift of inner direction in our house-hunting forays to and fro. 

We have been peeking into secret gardens adorned with mysterious staircases that climb heavenwards blindly…
…while wondering what the view might be from above to below.
We have cat-scratched at patinas…
…and followed light’s traces from east to west, or is it north to south? To see where her elegant tresses fall…
…and where they remain pulled up chignon tight. 
For what we have realized, is that it is less about falling in love with one particular house…
…but more about the “how” of where we will live next.

We both feel a rousing need for quiet…

…and a speck of order.

Something that Arles with its casual abandon may no longer give us.

And so we are roaming, returning to villages like St. Hilaire d’Ozilhan…

…looking with eyes and hearts wide open until we are sure of what is next.
Have a lovely weekend everyone…

49 comments

  2. Mmmm…I am showing you the enjoyable parts…there have been many, many disappointments and travelling around for nothing…!

  3. Yes, Loree, you understood the feeling of St. Hilaire exactly. I don't know if it is where we will end up but I appreciate it enormously…

  4. I so enjoyed reading both your original comment, George (and from what little I have seen of your amazing apartment I absolutely understand your feeling) and your always entertaining stories, David. Thank you both for being your wonderful selves. And yes, George, I can't wait!
    Bisous,
    H

  5. I do know that story David but I loved reading it all over again, it gave me hope! And do you know that from the very beginning my instinct has told me that we will find something at the very last minute? We shall see if I am right…

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