Tuesday, August 21, 2007

What a bastide...



Coo-eee…I’m back.

However, I’m afraid I have nothing very exciting to report (sorry, Alex!) – it was just…nice. We went to Mirepoix, a medieval fortified town (a bastide) in Ariège. Our hotel room was overlooked by the cathedral and so I was woken every morning by a deafening cacophony of bells (why do they have to strike the hour twice??). The bed was rubbish



We walked a lot – between eight and twelve kilometres a day - in the surrounding hills. The weather was beautiful. We talked a bit and only argued twice and…we ate too much cheese.

But at least my husband was his old self, if a little sadder. And although my feelings for him haven’t changed - I have. Like Mirepoix, I was completely destroyed - then rebuilt from scratch in a safer place, with bloomin’ great thick walls around me…

And with that excruciatingly pretentious simile (or is it a metaphor?), I leave you…because my feet are still killing me from all that walking and they need a good long soak…

5 comments:

sablonneuse said...

"...with bloomin’ great thick walls around me…" Know exactly how you feel.
But I hope the holiday did you good. You certainly had plenty of exercise so you should be quite fit.
Welcome back
xx

barbara said...

Hi Gigi,
Thanks for stopping by my blog. Nice to get to know you and your blog.
You're welcome anytime to stop by ! There's always room for one more friend ;)

You take care and "bon courage ".

Sarah said...

Yeah, I know how you feel too, with those walls... I think mine are protected by heart-sensitive laser blasters.

Jonas said...

How sad.

Mlle Smith said...

I was wondering how things went with you and your hubby's vacay...I have to get caught up on your blog posts...hopefully, when I finally have an actual internet connection here, I can finally read what I've missed.

But, I'm happy to see that things were well for your vacay...in spite of thoes great thick walls.

(I think we all have those walls as time passes...with varying densities) :0)