I am finding that I need to give myself the gift of a day on and a day off when dealing with anything related to the Chatette. With so much change and so much swirling; I find myself in a whirlpool of fast french and huge euro signs. By the end of these days, I try to treat myself and then give myself the gift of a day staying put when I can. Until now, that has meant staying in the apartment.
Yesterday, I ventured out. I had promised myself that as the weather got better, I would explore Cajarc more.
I headed to some old haunts to hang out. In the past, I'd been just passing through for photos on my way back to Cadrieu. Yesterday, I stopped.
It feels different to be here like this. I kept thinking that life in Cajarc would be the in between of life in Cadrieu and New Orleans.
The life I love and live in Cadrieu is not for everyone.
Cajarc would certainly be a middle of the road alternative for many people that I love back in the states.
I wandered a bit, but no sooner had a scooped a bench along the river path, it began to rain.
Initially it was just mist. Undaunted, I stayed to crack open my can of beer and began writing in journal #106 from Ron and Wilson. There were some beautiful shots to be had. A friend passed by in his SUV unexpectedly to say "bonjour!"
When the drops got big enough to run the ink on my page, I moved under some bamboo.
It worked for a while, but then I decided that writing near better cover might be best. I moved to a spot near the bridge so I could run for cover if need be.
The views were spectacular and dramatic.
The fish were jumping.
A few hardy tourists were wandering around all buttoned up.
It was nice to feel comfortable and home here too!
Happy Wednesday!
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