So many memories of Toulouse--Toulouse, where I left a piece of my heart! Tant de souvenirs de Toulouse --Toulouse, où j'ai laissé un morceau de mon coeur.
I received an unexpected invitation to attend LAHTI INTERNATIONAL WRITERS' REUNION in Finland this June. What a great unexpected gift! I've always wanted to visit Finland, and am so looking forward to the other writers I'll meet there: https://www.liwre.fi/en/home/
Les cheveux pleins de confettis et les coeurs pleins de joie--Toulouse nous vous aimons! Hair full of confetti and hearts full of joy--Toulouse we love you! What a beautiful night of Carnival fun in Toulouse. I think I've never loved this city more.
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The contrasts of life in Toulouse are worthy of a book. But for now, I’ll let these photographs speak: the weekly nocturnal disturbances of the Gilets Jaunes, police interventions, broken glass, tear gas, the fear that invokes, all that in contrast with our daily lives here, the beautiful red brick in the Rose City, the old stone lions, cobblestone streets, anti-social bicyclists intent on getting anywhere they want to no matter who is in the way, the street noise.
Despite the turmoil of the Gilets Jaunes protests that have rocked France, the city is lovely, full of markets, churches, lovely shops, great food. Walking these streets is such a gift:
I love that our gym in Florence allows kids to come in and hang out or play foosball while their parents work out. Another thing I love about our gym is that there is a big snack bar with cozy tables, selling cappuccino, chocolate raspberry tarts, and cornetti, right inside the entrance. Or the exit. Or both. What an inspiring way to start and end a workout!
Florence is exquisite. We are living in a city full of art! Not that life on the road is always easy. I miss the little conveniences, like washing machines, dishwashers, green grass in parks that you can actually walk on.
I have stopped running away when people speak to me in Italian. Sometimes I even answer them. So I guess that’s progress. But what comes out of my mouth is not Italian. It contains a bit of English, un soupçon of French, and a lot of mystery…but no Italian to speak of.
I was struck by this small chapel on the way to the medieval castle Le Belvoir. In English, it reads: "You who pass, see if there is any suffering as great as mine." But none of us, in any faith or from any land, has a monopoly on suffering...The other photo is taken just below the castle, looking out at the valley below.
Photo Credit: Benjamin Fieschi-Rose