Arriving

When I cross the bridge into my tiny village, I feel as if I have come home.




The view of the chateau on my right unfolds...




& to the left, further down the river, the old Roman baths. I breath in the sights, sounds, & smells of my French retreat, my summer paradise.




The little town square stands proud as always. The old town hall, with it's clock tower & bell, clanks out the hour & the half hour.




Turning now onto the street where I live, I feel that I am truly home.






Finally, my house! The rose is in bloom. I throw open the shutters, the windows & doors to let in the sun light & fresh air.




One of the first orders of business is to buy & plant flowers in my pots & small beds in front of the house.




Although there is still much work to be done inside, the house now seems lived in & welcoming.

Location:France