I had another “does this guy know me?” moment the other day, when my daily email missive from Brian Andreas had this to say:
That thing you want to do with your whole heart? Yeah, go do it. That thing you kinda want to do if it ever works out? Let it go. Free your mind for something great.
I’m relaxing on my last night with my friends Sophie and François; they’ve hosted me in Nice and Antibes so graciously for nearly a week. Tomorrow I set off on a new piece of this adventure: I have leased a car for four months, and I’ll be picking it up tomorrow at the Nice airport. I’ll drive to Bonnieux to spend one night in the town where Dale and I and a lot of people we have loved celebrated Dale’s 50th birthday ten years ago.
The next day, I’ll pick up Katie from the airport in Marseille, and we’ll drive to Nîmes for a few days’ exploration in the region. And then on Saturday, I’ll move into the house I’ve rented in Bize-Minervois!
Today’s post is about stories and histories. Here I am, a history buff in a land that has a long, long history. I love walking the streets of Paris and exploring tiny ancient towns to see buildings that were built hundreds—or even thousands—of years ago. In the smaller towns, I like to pay my respects and learn a little bit about each town by visiting the World War I and World War II memorials (every town has them). The French government took until 1995 to acknowledge their complicity in the mass deportations of Jews during WWII, and since then, memorials to various individuals have been appearing all over. All over France, there are well-preserved treasures from ancient Roman arenas to medieval markets to sites of scientific discovery to sites where people were shot by the Nazis.
It’s interesting to me to see those things that are kept and treasured for future generations to be able to see. France has suffered much, has witnessed much, and there are stories everywhere you look, if you open your eyes and open your heart.