Last night we had a beautiful sky. After the sunset the pale blue was banded with swathes of pink. The calm of evening held one like a tender embrace.
This morning we went to market in Sancoins. I am feeling swamped by nostalgia. I’m sure that this is in part seeded by reading Daphne Du Maurier, but then further deepened by the sights and sounds of the market and the simple life that it gives evidence of. All this takes me back to my childhood in Cyprus, trailing behind Mummy through the bazaar of little shops, their wares all on display on the street, the pervasive slowness of life hanging in the air like a comforting mist. Mother would stop at a shop and spend half and hour buying a bag of beans or a tray of oranges, all the while chatting in a mix of broken Greek and English with the Cypriot shop-keeper. She would buy me crisply crusted bread rings coated with sesame seed which I loved. Then she would go for coffee at a sea front hotel and I would get to go on the swing boats or play on the sand. As summer comes here at La Ville au Roi and the heat warms one's skin I often find myself haunted by those days, that life, that safety, that warmth - à la recherche du temps perdu.
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