The Price Of Amazing Provencal Views
Amazing views often come at a cost.
And the view from our free home exchange home in Provence was super-amazing. I could not stop staring at the terracotta hues, the pines and the blue sky.
I checked the view from every window and kept running outside to look at it again.
In the evening …
At night …
But these views, although they came with the free house (and I am such a fan of home exchanges), had a cost.
The house was up a hill. A steep hill. A steep hill with a very very narrow footpath, inaccessible in most places because cars were parked on the pavement.
And then there were the drivers. Mad French drivers who sped up and down the hill in snappy little cars designed to speed up and down narrow windy hill roads. And mad French bus drivers who sped up and down the hill in huge buses not designed to speed up and down narrow windy hill roads.
Going down was all slow shuffly steps and an iron grip on Miss M’s poussette, kindly loaned to me by my home exchange family. Going up was all puffing and straining as I pushed the poussette plus groceries et baugette and tried to look unpuffed and Frenchified as I called “bonjour” to any other pedestrians. (Well, there were hardly any pedestrians. My greetings were usually directed at people getting into and out of those parked cars.)
At the top of the hill, after a bit of a sit down, I’d lay out my French treasures.
And then take photos of my haul and email them to cheese-loving friends stuck in Asia lamenting the dearth of nice cheese.
I know, I know. I am just so horrible.
But you know what they say. It’s lonely at the top.
And it’s also lonely in a fab house in Provence at the top of the hill when your Darling Man is denied a visa. Drowing my sorrows in cheese seemed like the only sensible thing to do. Especially after burning off eight million calories pushing a baby up and down that damn hill.
*A flashback post, written in Vietnam a few weeks after our Europe adventure ended, because I discovered that traveling with a toddler and no co-parent was not conducive to blogging.
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