I’m back at last. I’ve returned to the triangle d’or – the so-called golden triangle: Gordes, Menerbes, Bonnieux. It feels good to be here again. Etienne v. pleased to see me, naturally. Taking a well-earned rest from that business in London and Paris. I told him what Julien said about his small time operation – Etienne just snorted. We can’t all be conglomerates, was all he said.
Life is on hold for the moment. I’m in a dreamlike state. All that travelling has unsettled me. I decide I need a foothold – somewhere to call home. Etienne has some places lined up for me, and even lends me his wheels – well, his wife’s vehicle actually – for the purpose.
It feels like I’ve been drifting for the last couple of years. Trying to find myself, also trying to bury the past. Paris was a mistake, too many memories, too many ghosts. Down here I can relax, unwind, maybe even get some poetry going?
I've seen quite a few properties this week, a tour of the Luberon - from Apt in the east all the way to Avignon. One place in particular stood out, though not for aesthetic reasons. That'll be the subject of my next blog.
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