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All's Quiet

Wednesday 23rd April. 2014

32 °C

As I walk around Pepieux every morning, I notice the many ways this place delights me. From the curiosity of feral kitties, to the old world appeal of the buildings, the quiet (on the surface) countryside plus, of course, the kindness of strangers and neighbors. This is my last full day here, and I have to admit, I am dragging my feet a little.

But, there is no time for melancholy. The sun is shining, the heat is rising and this is my last chance to walk over to the town of Azille to poke about. Looking over towards Azille, the Pyrenees looked strangely like the rocky mountains in the distance, spectacular on this clear morning. By the time I leave Pepieux the temperature has reached 32 degrees and you can see the heat rising from the dirty road like I am part of an old western movie. The heat is welcome except for a section of road where the fields nearby have clearly just been fertilized. Not even my deep seated love of picture taking could stop my swift pace until I had fully escaped the pungent assault to my nose. (I am such a delicate flower)

I arrived in Azille about 15 minutes before B. (I get a head start so she can B-line it, while I take my time & my pictures) and met a lovely older gentleman who spoke Spanish and a bit of broken french. We picked our way through a French/Spanish conversation (thank goodness I know a few words in both languages) and I did learn a few things about his love for Canadians, his life and Azille itself. When B. arrived, we parted for the desolate town square and a wander around the backstreets of Azille. I find it amazing how each town has it's clearly unique appeal. This one is faded, tree lined and seems slightly forgotten.

In Azille today, the town had music playing over the loudspeakers. Perhaps to add life to it's desolate streets. Music with a heavy Spanish influence which I find odd, but might actually not be. I don't know enough about this place to know for sure. All I can say is that I like it! Everything about today and this town feels hot, dusty and deserted. A chalky and dry kind of quiet that reflects my emotions about having to leave this gorgeous country soon.

While on the road today, I spied...
Lovely horses & the faded facade of days gone by.

Posted by Vagabondage 11:37 Archived in France

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