Taking Evelyn to lunch at St. Cirq Lapopie yesterday, was full of special moments. How could it not be special when you're wandering in the place that rose out of the mist from the other side of the Lot River while I drank my morning coffee on Wendy's Tour de Faure terrace in 1998? St. Cirq Lapopie whispered: "you must come back and make your own place in the Lot".
During our wanderings, there were whispers of another kind. There have always been many wandering St. Cirq Lapopie dogs on my visits there. Yesterday, it was as if Dali appeared in St. Cirq Lapopie. I tried to get the dog's attention, but he/she just kept on walking straight ahead, as if I had been unheard and unseen. It was a sensation I had had before when I dreamed about an old love that had been killed in a motorcycle accident. They are there, but they are gone. Evelyn and I continued our wanderings, with many more special moments I'll share another time. On our way back up the hill towards shops and cars...another siting. For me, Dali is everywhere in many forms. I miss her. She is here, but she is gone. She lives on for me.
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