Sunday, May 3, 2015

Sunday Morning Serendipity

After a warm Saturday, driving with the windows down and the breeze blowing our hair around our faces, then a cooling evening apero with several friends and two labradoodles on the square, it was pleasant to sleep with the doors open to the patio for the first time this year. Slept so soundly I don't remember ever hearing the church bells, half a street away, faithfully chiming the hours.

It's good to be home in Argeles-sur-mer, if only for a few days.

Sunday mornings are my favorite, I think. Often the streets of centreville are nearly deserted; perhaps the odd neighbor is returning from the boulangerie with a clutch of baguettes. Or a couple of early-morning cyclists are heading for their personal Tour de France.

Today there was more bustle, in part because we had a leisurely breakfast, in part from the May Day weekend visitors who descended for the village's annual vide grenier flea market on Friday. I like the bustle, too, even when it's shuffle-step crowded, because visitors generate income for the local merchants, and that means they'll be there when we want to walk only a block or two for a cooked chicken for lunch or fresh fruits and veggies or even an ice cream and cookie from the new chocolatier on the corner.

Sometimes we give the impression through our blogs (D-L's is http://theexpatwriter.blogspot.ch/) and Facebook posts that we live an idyllic life. Indeed we do. There's some pressure, here and there, mostly writing deadlines, but those are a choice not a chore. There's some frustration, mostly with obtuse bureaucrats and politicians. There's also lots of laughter, and plenty of "ahhhhhhhh" moments from the beauty around us, both the natural surroundings and the people in our lives.

There's a melancholy Johnny Cash song, written by Kris Kristofferson, that includes the line: " ... there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone." And I understand for some how that might be true.

But for me - sharing the hours with my partner and best friend in our little piece of paradise - Sunday mornings make a body feel alive, content, complete, at peace.

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