We Arrive and Jaws Drop

 

Daily Journal

June 2011 by Betsy 

ARRIVAL:

Turn the corner into the walled city of Cordes sur Ciel  and there it is on the damn top of the hill looking all 13^th century and all. It was built in 1222. We saw Van Gogh’s greenyyellow everywhere. I think it is unripe oats.  The ripe wheat is silver. The turned earth is like smooth milk chocolate.  The houses are all appropriate. They have brown, tan walls and old red roofs. And they nestle.  There are no billboards. The roads are not king here. They just run along the shape of the earth and don’t make much of themselves. It is very very very tres beau beautiful everywhere you look.    Roads are not wider than 20 feet and there are few guard rails.  There also don’t seem to be huge electrical transmission lines. The views are all open fields lined with trees. We have so much to learn from how they treasure their land and don’t put up with the ugliness we take for granted.  We bought wine and cheese and bread and sausage and got here around 8 where Christine welcomed us.  We had supper sitting on the wood bench outside looking at the view pictured, then bed.  The big bird with black and white is a magpie, says JP.   I’ll write about  Day 1 after supper.