23 June 2017
You know when you are greeted with . . .
Tari Vickery and Katell Renon
a statue listening intently to a bird,
and a dog so tired from playing that he went to sleep with the ball in his mouth.
(That, or the area is known for its dog-on-dog crime.)
it’s gonna be a day filled with fun and love.
And it is.
It really, really is.
Perhaps it’s because we’re two sleeps away
from The 70273 Project Exhibit at Lacaze, France,
that I spy pairs of X’s throughout Toulouse.
at the Orly airport
and light through my upside down glass
that made me think of Nancy’s drawings.
There is a sewing shop
the courthouse where Katell and Patrick were wed,
bicycles that made me smile
shades of blue that come with history and story
(I don’t know why the photo is wonky.
Just turn your head or your computer screen
cause I’ve wrestled with it long enough.
I need to go to bed!)
and real windows and painted windows on the same home
that make me think how some people behave.
And hearts. Oh my goodness, there are hearts everywhere in Toulouse.
on the sidewalk
and in patches of moss.
There are hearts that, if you look at them one way,
might resemble roosters
There are teapot hearts that short and stout,
with feet and handles of love
and spew love out into the world through their spout.
And as we head to the parking lot, I spy this tote bag.
Then we close out the day
at the beautiful, comfortable, welcoming home
of Katell and Patrick Renon.
I am one lucky, grateful woman.
Oh yes, yes I am.
I’m also a woman who’s a day behind with posts
because the days are full here
and when night comes, I fall asleep before I hit the bed.
There will be more photos of Paris and Toulouse on
Instagram if you’re interested,
and I promise to do my best to catch up tomorrow,
even though tomorrow is a Very Big Day, you know.