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My daughter wound her way through southern France,
from snow storms in London, delayed luggage,
and borrowed clothes from a school chum at Cambridge…
closed airport at Nimes, tracking back to Arles from Marseilles.
Luckily tribulations were reported after the fact, when I knew
she was safe and warm.
She’s moved on to Rome but has a treasure trove
of Provence on her Flicker account.
I thought I’d share just a few photos with you …
Gorgeous and eternal with slight drifts of snow…
She relished the ruins of Arles and Nimes…
enjoying a solemnity within the ruins that only an
uncharacteristically cold winter could promise…
unlike the hurly burly of a summer throng
Writing her name in hieroglyphics routinely on her
1st grade homework presaged a lifelong interest in ruins:
Egyptian, Mayan, and finally Roman…
I’m glad France has seduced her with its Roman charms…
and Figs….
and charming narrow, twisted alleyways…
She’s be home next week to celebrate her long awaited 21st birthday.
Remember when you couldn’t wait to grow up?
Looking forward to hearing the long story behind every picture.
