Only a few more days here, and I’m not even close to caught up, so you’ll probably be hearing about France for a while yet. Hope you don’t mind! This mini-adventure actually happened on June 6th.
I’ve always loved blues, the color in all its various hues and shades, and the music, whether haunting or funky. Not so much the emotion, but I suppose even that can have a certain tender poignancy sometimes.
Jacky, Pascale and I headed back to Île de Ré a few days after I moved into Le Patio. Fortunately, this year was mostly about the color.
Shimmering, shifting blues and greens so stunning I could barely catch my breath. I had to remind myself to put down my camera occasionally and just soak it in.
We started with lunch in Saint-Martin-de-Ré in Le Belem, the same restaurant where we lunched with David in 2017. Then on out to the western end of the island. where I took the picture that you sometimes see at the top of these posts (and most of those above). A lot more cairns now.
Pascale and I climbed the lighthouse this year, something we had not done on past visits.
Gorgeous views in every direction. . .
The island that day was an absolute celebration of color. And not just blues and greens. The coquelicots were carpeting the fields in bright orange-red.
Then just as we were leaving, we caught a glimpse of the famous donkeys of Île de Ré that wear pants and give rides to children. Jacky obligingly stopped to let us jump out AGAIN for photos. None of them were wearing culottes, since they were off-duty, but this one was posing like a model. I couldn’t resist. The more traditional shaggy ones were all dozing in the sun, facing away from us. Not the ideal photo angle.
This post, with the uncooperative photo subjects and the blues and reds, is starting to remind me of an old post from our adventures in Key West 2015. Another memory that makes me smile.
There was certainly a moment the emotional kind of blues threatened, when we came upon the tree where David and Jacky sat for this photo in 2017. . .
I even took a photo of the empty branch with the beautiful sea behind it, but it’s too sad. I had to remind myself to be grateful we were even able to get back to this place he loved. I am.
It is not happiness that makes us grateful. It’s gratefulness that makes us happy. —David Steindl-Rast
Wishing you both gratitude and happiness!