I will miss the beautiful gifts given to me by neighbors from their gardens, each offering resembling an impressionist still life. Below are bowls of late apricots & fresh almonds from a friends trees.
Oh, I will miss the wonderful artisanal breads. Pain aux noix is one of my favorites.
I will miss the countryside, the eternal landscape of green fields dotted with aging pigeonnais .
I will miss the simple way of life, the gardens, the simple act of cultivation. Below my neighbor harvests his grapes.
I will miss the meandering side streets & alleyways.....
..... & of course the Sunday market.
I will miss my village, my friends & neighbors & not least of all, my little house.
But it is time to go. France I bid you adieu.