From the traffic nightmare around Paris to this:
Dear Reader,
This jet-lagged Blogger landed in Paris early on Friday morning, stored the suitcases in a rental car and headed for a little spot far away from her usual life in Brooklyn.
Four hours later, I finally reached my destination: the Middle of the Auvergne, one of the most beautiful and relatively untouched areas of France.
And it is glorious here. I had forgotten that there are places in this world where the sky stretches unobstructed forever, where one can see valleys and hills, and where it is possible to hear nothing else but the song of birds.
Here, in between the forests and the fields, I feel as much at home as in Brooklyn.
Not Court Street, but dirt paths that lead from one cluster of old stone houses to another.
No supermarket, but a friendly neighbor who gave me baby lettuce plants to put into the dirt so that I can have fresh salad every day. No nightlife, but a warm fire in the chimney, a good glass of wine in my hand and the absolute feeling of contentment.
May I say, dear reader, that our life in Brooklyn is way too hectic? If I could bottle this peace and quiet and send it to you, I really would.
I hope everything is well in Carroll Gardens. Is everyone happy with the down zoning?
I heard it is beastly hot. Is that true?
Please keep me informed, dear reader. Because, you see, though I am so happy to be here, I do miss our little nabe as well.
This jet-lagged Blogger landed in Paris early on Friday morning, stored the suitcases in a rental car and headed for a little spot far away from her usual life in Brooklyn.
Four hours later, I finally reached my destination: the Middle of the Auvergne, one of the most beautiful and relatively untouched areas of France.
And it is glorious here. I had forgotten that there are places in this world where the sky stretches unobstructed forever, where one can see valleys and hills, and where it is possible to hear nothing else but the song of birds.
Here, in between the forests and the fields, I feel as much at home as in Brooklyn.
Not Court Street, but dirt paths that lead from one cluster of old stone houses to another.
No supermarket, but a friendly neighbor who gave me baby lettuce plants to put into the dirt so that I can have fresh salad every day. No nightlife, but a warm fire in the chimney, a good glass of wine in my hand and the absolute feeling of contentment.
May I say, dear reader, that our life in Brooklyn is way too hectic? If I could bottle this peace and quiet and send it to you, I really would.
I hope everything is well in Carroll Gardens. Is everyone happy with the down zoning?
I heard it is beastly hot. Is that true?
Please keep me informed, dear reader. Because, you see, though I am so happy to be here, I do miss our little nabe as well.
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4 comments:
It was cool last night we slept with the windows open. How Long will you be away? We need more articles on the Nabe.
Glad you all arrived safe and sound. Enjoy!
Yesterday was a day of thunderstorms and it was cool, then humid, then cool again. Today sunny and a bit hot.
Cynthia
Hi Friends,
Glad to know that it is a bit more comfortable weather-wise in New York.
Yesterday, we had a super day here, which is kind of unusual. We had lots of sun,in the 80's with no humidity. Sitting in the shade was delightful, but of course, crazy as I am,I tried to weed between the flowers I planted in the last few days.
Then last night, we had a thunderstorm and now its gray in gray: Think Ireland.
You are so right that our lives in Brooklyn are hectic, and when I see your bucolic bliss, with great food that is not "gourmet" but real, and nourishing, then I wonder why you would be coming back. You are so lucky to be linked to community there, too! Love the baby lettuce sharing. But we need you, Katia, so enjoy while you can. Somewhere about 150 miles from were you are is the village Maugenest, my family name!
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