I can hear my neighbor, Michel, clipping flowers across our steps-wide street. He is slow and methodical in his movements and yet is never pretentious about his plants despite their beauty. He is retired now after having worked for years as a coiffeur in England and when he first moved to this village many years ago they called him “L’Anglais” despite his being very much French. His first attempts at potting flowers were met with secret scorn as was his arrival. He would wake to find petals ripped from their stems or poisoned roses.
Le méfiance is still present, running like an underground current, although happily there are now so many “foreigners” who live here that they are no longer mistreated. But I can feel that Remi and I are being watched to see how we will behave, if we will offer a “Bonjour” or not, whether we will be respectful of keeping noise to a minimum (we are) and if our dogs will be a nuisance (Kipling, occasionally). I don’t mind it actually. It seems something of a normal reaction in such a particularly delineated space where families have been rooted for generations and the neighbors are never anonymous.
It is definitely a change after Arles where it took years to be identified or recognized even in my neighborhood. So many people would come and go throughout the day but not so, here. I can identify the time not only by the tolling church bells but also by the man who drives by with the dog that barks in the backseat or the boy who runs home from school everyday at lunchtime. “How are you settling in? Do you like the house?” the mailman asked this morning in between casual drags on an Indian cheroot. I told him that I did and how I was appreciating the quiet after having lived in Arles. “Ah, if that is what you are looking for, then this is the place for you,” he responded before pushing his cart down the lane.
Downshift, downshift, downshift. Manhattan, Paris, Arles and now this old village. At times the lack of sound pools around me like a grandpa sweater, at others it feels as tight as a leather glove against my skin. It is just a change to get used to, even if a positive one and yes, sometimes simple is best. But now that I am settling in to this new house, I have inklings that even that word is just a label, another question of perspective. What I see and feel remains complex no matter the backdrop. And that is just fine by me. It’s all good, really good. For now, as the dust of new continues to settle, I can always count on the reliable gifts of the golden tick of the light and beauty’s swan sway as compasses instead.
Sister, you are so awesome! That is exactly what I meant! Whooeee, I am feeling mighty proud of myself for touching on a Buddhist concept, albeit accidentally…oh wait, that is ego…heehee… 😉
I looove youuuuu.
You can borrow mine any time you want. You know that…but it really has been surprising how destabilizing this quiet has been for me, wonderful but oh so different…
You have mentioned that before friend and I appreciate it so much…such a fine compliment…
I mean a downshift in terms of rhythm and sound, R. The quiet here is huuuuge! 🙂
No fall gorgeousness here this year…at least yet! But rather an extended été indien…Jeanne, I always love your take (and my Sister's too – you two often have similar but different ways of seeing things) on what I am throwing out there. And it is interesting that for me, when I travel it is a chance for…tabla rasa…I don't feel the pull of past or future and that is why I love it so much – plus, you can be anyone when you travel…no one knows the difference but you… 😉
Thank you Judith, that is a lovely thing to say! But be careful…she is an addictive read…
And yes, you too have some serious potential shifts ahead of you but I know that home will be where your honey and Karina are…you already proved that this summer…
No, no he is retired. 🙂 And we speak French. But there is another American here…I have been too shy to seek her out but need to get over it as she is always lovely when we do meet…
And yes, am reading Ellie a few posts a day and then am cutting myself off so as to actually get things done…but am super aware of how gushy I am in the comments…eh oui, but she is worth it!
Thank you for your beautiful description of the personal and physical movement involved in relocating…I related and felt your words while I read them…I was a "military brat" all my childhood, and have chosen to enjoy the world, with a base in Australia, as an adult…France resonates with me too…as a second home…
Dear Heather,
thank you so much for the kind words regarding me and my blog. So glad you like it. I love that this blog has opened up so many avenues to meet new and interesting women. And you and I are neighbors! I just started reading your blog and I am already hooked. Going to spend the rest of the evening going back through every one of your blog postings. Great photos, by the way! XOXO Ellie
Dear H,
I like the way you are able to put in words what I really feel In my heart and soul. This why I choose your blog as one of my favourite!
"Simple" is true, it is easy but is above all fantastic!
I will have a look at the blog you mentioned.
Have a nice weekend my dear!