I can’t begin to tell how tired we are... the days have been full, full of life, sun and things to do. No minute wasted, not even the minutes we have returned to our Airbnb’s to rest and avoid getting over exposed to the sun. We have arrived in Nice after what has been four amazing days since we left Arles, on the direction to Aix en Provence and later Vence.
The days in
Aix were wonderful, our Airbnb accommodation just around the corner of Cours
Mirabeau, our hosts, two retired journalist with a cozy flat, a good bathroom and bedroom, and more
important friendly, knowledgeable and polite. Rene took the time to mark a map
for me so I would make the best of our time in Aix. We visited museums, markets
and churches, and we walked on the streets of Aix, myself falling consciously in
love with the place and my son absorbing
a reality that will only return in his mind when he is older, in the
impressions memorized by his senses. I am impressed about his disposition to
visit museums and experience art, the way he tries to tell me how color conveys
an emotion, the way he suggest a place
to take a good picture, how he reads the map, how he tries to speak English with
those who try to speak to him.
I sat in café
in Aix en Provence and drank Rose wine, and I realized that I had not been
aware of my state of mind, for the only state of mind I had was that of living
life, being in it. I had no sadness, I had no creative thoughts, I had no depressive
feelings, I had no worries, I had no longings, I had my son and myself and that wonderful uneventful
happiness that last time I felt was on the 22 of December walking the snowy
park of the Oslo castle.
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