She had a youthful face with just a few laugh lines around the eyes, pleasant features and a nice neutral US accent. Perhaps she was in her 50s but only her mid-length grey hair gave it away. She was staying in France for 8 weeks and spoke nearly perfect French. She would end up in Toulouse (the bottom of France) whereas my town is in the top. She had a nice camera with her and was off to take pictures in our local fine arts museum.
And as I continued on my way on this nippy but sunny May morning, I had the strongest urge to follow her on her adventure or have ones like that myself. Just calmly travelling along and snapping pictures. It would be a nice way to retire.
And so as I continued my errands this Wednesday morning (still not much work this week), I made use of my smartphone to take some pictures around town. My little mini-tour.
Hidden treasures: this glowing yellow courtyard behind imposing blue doors.
A closer look.
Rooftops and blue skies.
A cozy courtyard.
He's got his head in the clouds.
Now that's an inviting entry way! Love wisteria, love blue doors.
Would love to bury my head in this flower bed of white myositis (I think) and tulips.
Hope you've enjoyed this little trip. May you satisfy the wanderlust in your hearts today, be it on the other side of the world or in your own backyard.