The getting here was way more eventful than I'd have liked, but the being here has been heavenly. I, who usually get up around 5 am, have slept until 8:30! Okay, just once, but still. That says a lot about how peaceful it is here. I'm way out in rural, inland Brittany, about an hour and a quarter from the north and south coasts. I'm not listening to or watching television, or the radio, or anything, except the quiet world around me. At night, there are many unfamiliar sounds: the rustling of the house, the wails and muffled cries of nocturnal animals. After the first night, I packed away the murder mysteries I'd brought from home to read here. Now I sleep much better ;D.
I spent a perfect golden afternoon today in Moncontour with talented and graceful poet and photographer/blogger Lucy and her dashing and witty husband, Tom (thanks again for a lovely lunch, you two). Tomorrow Casey comes for a visit. Her husband Michel follows on Friday. Casey and I will be driving to various coastal spots and sketching madly. A bientot!