SHARING WITH ME

Feeling slightly dizzy from my day in Loches, I came back to the hotel, dumped my bag and went off to the Galerie d’Excellence for an  opening. (See "Australia in La Roche Posay") The given time was 6pm but I did as I would in Paris, arrived 15 minutes later. For most openings in Paris I have experienced over the years that if I do arrive at the precise hour, people are still rushing around trying to get organized. Here it was different. The organizer was finishing her speech about the artist. A sculptor, Sabine K. Originally a cabinet maker, in later years she has «returned to nature, the earth» and of course wood. This she finds in the region. Branches, bits of wood, dead wood, all kinds of wood which she shapes and polishes with infinite care. Her work is big or very small. There were two pieces I liked immensely. We could touch, even turn the wood around. I only wish that artifacts had not be placed on some of the work. For me they spoiled the natural beauty and elegance

Like all of us, I occasionally look at a horoscope but rarely ever read more than the first line or two. In a café at the beginning of the week I read that I was to fall in love with a stranger. I turned the page. But I did fall in love. I fell in love with a stranger. His name is «Le Sud de la Touraine» Or perhaps it should be HER name is the South of Touraine.... In order to avoid turning the wrong way, the Tourist office had armed me with a decent map and over coffee I studied how to get to Loches without taking a major road. The country side is beautiful. Rolling hills, flat plains covered in yellow flowers which are not sun flowers, but what are they ?  Fields which will burst into flower The yellow as the fields but a bush Forests which will burst into flower as Springtime graces their branches. A silver light  in the morning. Fairies are dancing next to the creeks and rivers. I sail along the roads - alone - but there is nowhere to stop as the roads turn in tight