11.08.2010 - 11.08.2010
We cross the border into France this morning with both excitement and sadness. Scott leaves tomorrow from Paris while the rest of us will catch the Chunnel to London before flying back home. We are looking forward to seeing family and friends again, but we are all a little bit sad to see our journey draw to a close. It has been good for us on so many levels – our bodies are relaxed and our minds responsive and tuned to the present. It will be a difficult adjustment to return to the demands and flurry of everyday life.
Our pace this morning is leisurely and we take time to enjoy the fields of corn, the sheep on the hillside, and the views of gorgeous chateaus that dot the farmland along the highway. When our gas gauge gets close to empty, we pull off at a random exit where a sign points us to Bierre-lès-Semur. We fill the tank and then park the car to commence walking down the cobblestone lanes in search of lunch.
We are delighted by what we find -- Bierre-Les-Semur is a tiny village that boasts a castle, a church, and what might be a small college. We choose a café with a swinging screen door that is filled with middle aged female bicyclist in shorts and helmets and we order crepes and croque monsieur and pitchers of wine.
Afterwards, we walk the streets and look in the stores. Butchers, bookstores, wine shops – it is a working town with a real estate office and we stop briefly and look at the offerings. What would it be like to move to this village? Smaller for sure and a simpler life, but it appears on the outside to have all the essential ingredients for contentment. We muse over this fantasy for a while. Langston is snapping more than his usual photos and I suspect he is equally enchanted by the fact that one can pull off the highway and stumble on something so exquisite. We talk about the possibility of returning someday with no agenda other than to drive the back roads of France and explore these small communities.
It is time to return to the car -- we’re due in Paris in a couple of hours where we’ll turn in our car and get ready for our return to Seattle. On our way, I grab a brochure from the real estate office and tuck it in my purse. Who knows…?