Our other life in New York seems so far away...we are approaching two years in Provence and it just feels golden. I have an unfading list of places I'd like to go, all within an hour's drive of our house. I read this thing about "flow" - the mental state of total engagement, forgetting time, etc, and I feel that so much of the time here, just out exploring and breathing in the world around us. The other day I was in between two things and found myself driving through the port town of Martigues. Fascinating spot, with its 13th c. origins, canals and waterways like Venice, its gas lamps, cobblestone streets lining the ports and its hue-medley of houses and shutters. So photogenic.
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