Friday, May 18, 2012

Dreaming of a where and a when




One of my favorite aspects of travelling is imaging myself living an entirely different life in my new found environment. And I like to dream big. It doesn't cost anything does it? Just a dash of wistfulness perhaps. So be it...

The click of my satin court shoes echoes on the parquet running the length of the chateau. Back and forth I pace, pouting over a disagreement with my portrait painter. How many times must I tell him that I will...not...wear...purple!? I grab my cream silk morning coat and storm out into the labyrinth of boxwoods. He can wait.


From the cool shelter of my Renaissance cave, I turn the pages of an original Rimbaud manuscript that has been brought to me from Ethiopia in a gilded box, pronouncing each poem out loud in a rhythm that descends with the cascading waterfall. Gradually lulled, I curl up on the fur-lined blankets that cover the uneven dirt floor.


I fling open the shutters of my maison du village to twitter along with the birds outside my window and giggle at the burbling brook that spills over from last nights rain. "Bonjour, Madame Robinson! J'ai un colis pour vous!" shouts out the postman. When I open the beribboned box that he places in my hands with a short bow, I am overwhelmed by the perfume of three dozen roses sent all the way from Paris. I burst into song as I turn to close the door, like a joyous Edith Piaf.




My Sister is getting married today. We have opened up the chapel to air and brought the largest table out into the garden. Thirty bottles have been lined up for lunch. In the kitchen I check on les quiches and les gougères, I pour broth over les rotîs, I smooth out the purée. I have already lined platters with asperges, others with les huîtres, a long board groans with les fromages. Next to me, Amandine tries to roll out the dough for her famous millefeuilles while swatting away the minou, who leaves paw prints in the flour. We can hear the first car down the road as the family begins to arrive.


Or maybe I am content just in this little cabanon, working hard to bring the vines back to life, to shore up the beams under the roof, to splatter a fresh coat of lime-wash on its pebbly walls. I listen to the windmill crank, bringing up water from deep inside the earth and know that I have all that I need.


Hoping that you all let yourself dream a bit over the next few days, no matter where you are. Thank you so very much for all of your kind responses to my previous post and for your music as well...

Bon weekend! 

30 comments:

  1. Merci, merci, Heather for inviting us along into your imaginary other life! I love it. Whenever I visit the Rodin Museum I can't help but imagine my self running down that staircase, trailing yards of taffeta - a couture creation from Worth perhaps.
    Wishing you a dreamy weekend! XO
    PS- The Beatles are on the radio now - Can't Buy Me Love - Streaming KEXP.org, you should give them a listen sometime!

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    1. Oh thank you so much Jeanne (ps. do you pronounce your name "Jean" or the French "Jeanne"?)! And I will return the favour:
      http://www.fipradio.fr/

      Eclectic radio at its best!

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  2. Heather,
    oh yes you made me dreaming of when and where!I loved this post! Amazing!
    I am ready for a dreaùy weekend!
    xx
    Greet

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  3. Oh Heather, You're my mind reader or is it my mind writer?
    Thank you.
    Have a wonderful weekend full of real and imaginable trips.

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  4. Heather, I love the way your mind works! I tend to do the same thing, although I admit that I'd likely be the servant washing those huge windows, instead of enjoying the benefits of their view. ;)

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  5. Well, I just want to go with you. Enough said.

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  6. What a marvellous imagination you have! Such trips, such dreams, such wonderful images you spin with your clever words. xx

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  7. Thank you so much, wonderful ladies, each so special and unique!

    But Sue, now what is the point of dreaming if you don't let yourself go?!
    Gros bisous...

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  8. A wonderful dream, indeed! Thank-you for your visit and lovely comment. As I was reading this post it struck me how beautifully you write, then read your profile and saw that you are a writer. I am very envious of that talent. I so look forward to reading more. You sound like such an interesting person so I am thrilled to meet you! x Sharon

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    1. Sharon, thank you for the lovely compliment! I am looking forward to discovering your world too. So romantic...right up my alley! :)

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  9. I love how you dream Heather and these images are amazing. I will never get tired of visiting your dreams!

    XX
    Debra~

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    1. Debra, you are so wonderful to me. Always. I so appreciate it.
      Gros bisous...a scratchie to you know who. :)

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  10. I DREAM every day!My Italian husband tells me I live in a dollhouse!I do!I create in my mind and in my home out of what I find into something much more romantic and crusty!Yesterday, I had two gals over for wine in the jardin amoungest the roses and jasmine sitting on top of the pennyroyal.We ate berry pie,sipped on a white wine and had brie topped with pepper jelly on fresh little crackers......it was lovely!I carried the silver wine bucket with white table cloth along with the gold etched stemware down to the second terrace............truley an amazing eve!Wish I could do that with you someday!xxx

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    1. Ma chere Contessa, you are not a dreamer but a DO-er! All the difference in the world! You make the best out of everything everyday--bring out the good glasses and china! Make something delicious! Create something beautiful! That is you. You have it all figured out, my friend.

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  11. Hello Heather

    How marvelous this all is. When I renew my wedding vows I shall have you as my Wedding Planner. You are so right to have a say in how your portrait is painted and to suggest you wear purple is absurd when we know you have that superb opera coat from your days in NYC or has it been mailed to Jeanne at Collage of Life? I think you put that cheeky artist in his place, at the bottom of the garden among the weeds and stones. He will not be eating cake.

    Helen xx

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    1. Oh Helen, you made me laugh out loud on a morning when I would have thought that impossible. Thank you so much for your generous comment. And no he most certainly will not be eat cake. Or millefeuilles.
      Bisous.

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  12. Oh, I am still smiling as I type this from Perth, Western Australia...on a lovely sunny day I have thrown open the windows to let in the autumn air...but I have breathed in your dream... merci beaucoup!

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    1. You are so welcome Louise! I do love hearing from my Aussie friends. What a great group you all are--open, curious, enthusiastic! :) PS. That is some crazy scenery in the background of your photo!

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  13. Oh, such an interesting concept, to dream about living a different life in the places you visit. That's a bit dangerous for me to do, as last time I did that, I ended up moving to Valencia, Spain.

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    1. Holy cow! Laura! You are NOT allowed to play this game then! :O Wow, Valencia...dreamy...

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  14. Beautiful Heather I love the way your mind works and the bigger pictures...stunning.
    XXX

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    1. Merci tellement Dash--I like the way that your mind works too! :)

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  15. I love this. I hope this "daydreaming out loud" becomes a regular feature! And while all these places look beautiful, I have to say that the final shot of the 'cabanon' really caught my attention.

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    1. See? I loved that too! Can't you imagine how snug as a bug in a rug you could be? With the big tree out front providing lots of shade, the work of bringing back the vines...I love it!

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  16. How absolutely incredible. Yes, I can imagine. I do most of the time living in the Netherlands in the summers. I've never been to Arles. That must be fabulous because I paint a lot like Van Gogh (he is my inspiration in many ways). xo Jenny

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    1. What is amazing here Jenny is that you can really see the land the way that he did. The Mistral wind that blows so strong is such a key element in his work painted in Arles. I never knew what those swirls in the sky where when I would gaze on his paintings at MOMA or the Met--now I do!

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  17. Love this!!
    I'm with Judith- a regular feature!

    xx
    SP

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    1. Alright! I will do. I had so much fun writing them, now I just need to find the right photos.

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  18. Oooh! Just got completely lost in your dream!
    I do the exact same thing! I love to dream about what my life would be like if I lived in different parts of the world. In fact, it's a very favourite pastime of mine.

    ~ Clare x

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    1. I knew that I couldn't be the only one. And I know that you are a hopeless dreamer too! It doesn't surprise me in the least Clare. Thanks for all of your comments here. I always love hearing from you!

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