13 July, 2009

"Picture it . . . "


France. Summer, 2001. It was a languid, lazy day. We (my chamber choir) had been on tour through rural France for almost two weeks - concerts in Albi, Gramat, Gourdon, Toulouse, St. Felix, and numerous others . . . and I was done. Totally done.

We had spent the afternoon touring through Carcassonne, on a rare day when we didn't have a concert to sing, but my mind kept wandering back to my cosy little haven here in San Francisco. As far as I was concerned, we could have driven directly to the Paris Airport. I love my choir. I loved the tour. I loved the concerts. But, I wanted to go home - and be alone . . . lol.

Not long after dinner, we ducked out of the city . . . and headed out the surrounding countryside . . . and waited.

and then . . . .

and then . . . .

It was overwhelming. It was spectacular. It was one of those moments that you can't prepare for. Listening to the entire countryside erupt with cries of joy with each new colour and explosion. I love those kind of surprises.

Happy Bastille Day,


Meade Design Group said...

This is such a cool entry Scot - I really enjoy when people share their best experiences in life.

La Maison Fou said...

Just lovely, put the stamp on the postcard...If had not ever wanted to be there, this post makes me want to be transported to this place in time.
Just a beautiful spot,
Thanks for sharing!

GrannySmithGreen said...

Oh, how wonderful! It's the little surprises like that which make us sit up and take notice. Life really is good.

A similar experience as yours: We were in Rome for Holy Week. It was magical. Imagine all of the processions from Palm Sunday to Easter! The night processions must have been my favorite. The candles, the ancient altar pieces, oh, my! Truly Heavenly.

Humm, wonder what might surprise us today?

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