Today, as I walked back home from coffee, through the path that runs by the river and then cuts around to pass the communal vegetable gardens, ends on the road that takes us past Salomé’s beauty parlor (called the Toutou.net)… Continue reading
small towns
SILENCE
It is so easy to forget, even in a small town like Salies where things seldom happen (as if anything ever happened other than a thought), that the body and soul have a need of silence and stillness. Continue reading
THREE MONTHS
It seems as if I have lived here always and yesterday it was barely three months. Three months ago I left my apartment in Madrid for the last time, climbed into a car loaded with everything I thought I would need minus what had already gone with the movers, headed north for my usual drive to Salies in an unusual month, got a speeding ticket upon drawing near to San Sebastian practically at the French border (was I in a hurry to get here?) and finally drew up to the Hotel Parc Casino where I was to spend my first two nights as a resident of Salies. Continue reading