River after Rain
Some views of Salies (click on photo to enlarge)
Streets dress up for summer
Sunset Over Salies
- Good place for coffee and people watching
- Saley’s river
Bridge over Saleys
SALEYS AFTER HEAVY RAINFALL
- The Saleys River
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Writing a life 
Con razon te gusta el pueblito! Parece salido de un cuento.
Besos
Conchita
Hi Brianda –
I really enjoyed your account of eating in Salies and also your photos. Brought it all back to me!
Bisous
Jane
hi brianda: we did the school together in brussels, that”s the mysterious way your postings found their way into my computer. and i enjoy them a lot! it is so inspiring to read your observations about daily activities and encounters – a mirror of what is going on inside. i am sixty, the number is, what it is: a number. sometimes i feel like 16, sometimes like 93. most of the time I simply feel what is in the moment. my mom passed away on december 21 last year i am and this has provoked a deep, deep diving into the phenomenon we call “death”. something died within. a huge, wide space has opened within. different quality of living. from one day to the next, on moment to the next. it feels like really, really beginning my life NOW. and now. and now again. a hug from anita, living in vienna. in the heart of vienna.
ah: how much i enjoy the fotos!
Brianda, que sorpresa encontrar tu blog en un correo de Carmen, lo leí ávida y recordé los maravillosos momentos que viví en el grupo de mujeres fuertes, entendiendo, aprendiendo, creciedto. !Que bendición y qué alegría! !Qué mujeres! !Que maravilloso despertar a la vida l! Yo fuí antes y después de ese grupo. Cuéntame como estas, que es de tu vida.
Te envío un abrazote y mi gratitud!!!!!
Tere
hi brianda: we did the school together in brussels, that”s the mysterious way your postings found their way into my computer. and i enjoy them a lot! it is so inspiring to read your observations about daily activities and encounters – a mirror of what is going on inside. i am sixty, the number is, what it is: a number. sometimes i feel like 16, sometimes like 93. most of the time I simply feel what is in the moment. my mom passed away on december 21 last year i am and this has provoked a deep, deep diving into the phenomenon we call “death”. something died within. a huge, wide space has opened within. different quality of living. from one day to the next, on moment to the next. it feels like really, really beginning my life NOW. and now. and now again. a hug from anita, living in vienna. in the heart of vienna.
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Bonjour ou Bonsoir Brianda,
From yester year,,,,New York, Mexico then Diane Logan now Diane de Terra living in Aix en Provence and Vermont, after the thaw, remembering pink as in jeep and the best paella ever.
Vivid vision of you today! followed by discovering your gifts of writing.
Echo hello across the years……Diane ( deterrafirma@gmail.com