Reflections

Could I have lived a French life?

I have been home for almost a week. The laundry has been done and the last of the summer clothes have been packed away in the empty suitcase. At this moment, I have no travel plans. Oaxaca next spring? France? Somewhere with Monsieur? Except he really is not a traveller...To fully enjoy travel, I think, you must be a dreamer...someone who sees possibilities...probably a fiction reader. After my time in France and in Shetland, I wonder.."What if my grandfather had returned to Shetland instead of settling in Canada?" "What if I had taken my degree and settled in France?"

What would it be like to live in a house covered in grape vines on an island in the Loire?

As I look at my photos, I notice that I often take pictures of the doors and windows of peoples' homes. Something that I really don't do at home. I wonder about the occupants and their lives.

This timbered house is Bourgues is very old.

When I travel by myself, I am content to wander the streets, just noticing...

I wondered who had ridden their bike to the luthier and if Monsieur was playing his bass.

These lace curtains seem so cheery. I had to stop and take a picture.

I am by nature a walker. I love to notice the world around me. I enjoy communities where most errands can be accomplished on foot. I'm not sure how I will maintain my energy and curiosity in my neighbourhood.