Its early, about 7am and I am rudely woken by the rooster in the neighbouring yard. I open my eyes a crack to see where I am.
I can see a sliver of light shining through the louvred doors capturing the dust particles trapped within their beam. I turn over in the crisp cotton sheets of my bed trying to fight the urge to rise.
Noises come from below and are calling me to attention. I open the shutters and step out onto the balcony. Garlic wafts its way upwards to greet me reminding me of the delicious meal I had in the restaurant the night before. Its market day here so it must be Wednesday. The melodic tunes of voices haggling over the price of olives gives me pleasure and reminds me why I love this place. The French accent is so beguiling that even when in a heated conversation it still sounds pleasant to the ear.
I arrived yesterday late in the afternoon and now I am “home”. All the things I love about this place are what I see from my balcony, everything is right with the world for this moment and I just stand there soaking it all in, the ancientness, the traditions still strongly adhered to in this modern day, the smells, the sounds, everything is a feast to the senses.
Home – Saint Remy De Provence – France – the home of my soul.