Tom and I spent the weekend outdoors taking advantage of the nice weather. In the park when we passed other people doing the same thing, we often heard them talking about vacation. Where they had been and where they were going. People’s attitudes and body language were relaxed — and most of all they seemed happy.
It’s summertime and people are out enjoying life, as they should be. Kids and adults alike are on vacation and taking the time to unwind. Families with their dogs splash around in the river. I swear dogs can smile. I like seeing joy on kids’ faces when they taste homemade sorbet on a hot day — and giggle at Dagny doing the same. I like seeing the shopkeepers’ genuine smiles when packing up purchases for customers. I like hearing laughter instead of tense news broadcasts that lead with the death toll.
This is the France I love.
Energetic, colorful, hopeful and kind. The charming streets with outdoor cafes and people out and about just enjoying life. The natives helping tourists and the tourists lighting up when they see something spectacular for the first time. An old castle, a selection of pastries fresh out of the oven, perfectly ripe fruit at the market and flowers that smell as good as they look.
All of this makes me feel calm like the world is OK. That the world will be OK.
France is a place where you can go to lose yourself and sometimes with a little extra effort, you’ll find yourself along the way. Never let that go.