From my journal: “Everything is so close. It took no time to get to Nice, and we decided to stay close to the water all the way to Genoa. I had us stop at the train station, where I landed [years ago] in Nice in the snow. In April it was cheerier, and crowded. Old Town church.”
Note the writing here is in order of the day. I wrote in my journal all wacky because the sketches dictated the order.
“I didn’t master writing and oral storytelling.
There is no mastery to be had. You love the attempt. You don’t master a story any more than you master a river. You feel lucky to canoe down it.” Garrison Keller
I apologize for the bits of writing. I was all over this day!
From my journal: “Brigid Cross* bought in a marketplace with amazing gold/red/burgundy colors.” [Above.]
“I want to go and I want to stay in Nice. I felt like this in Paris. Missing home and feeling at home.”
“We walked the narrow streets back to our pensione. . . I found some lovely scarves, baskets . . . now we are shopping for Heather and Ruthie.” [Below.]
“Creamy brie-like cheese, sliced ham, cold roasted asparagus, wine. To go to our room.”
“Form is Emptiness; Emptiness is Form.” Buddha
Moleskin 8×11 watercolor journal, Pentalic HB woodless pencil, De Artramentis Document and Super5 ink, and Daniel Smith, Holbien and QoR watercolors.
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*I can’t let this go by. I bought the Brigid Cross in real life from Keith Madden,
and it fit so nicely here in my story. https://www.etsy.com/listing/162034702/st-brigid-or-st-bridgit-irish-cross?ref=shop_home_active_3
‘Missing home and feeling at home’ – a perfect way to describe moments during many travels. We had the pleasure of an uncrowded lovely day in Nice and VilleFranche. Delightful to think of all who have wandered and pleasured on the promenade and through beautifil flower stalls.
We are in the home stretch of this month of fake traveling! I have loved this — will do it again.
When I landed in Paris, much to me surprise (I was not a fan of French before I traveled, didn’t care much either way) I immediately said to me friend, “I’m not going home.” I stayed three months instead of the two weeks I had allotted. 26 and no ties . . .
Perfect time in your life to enjoy that special adventure!!
Gorgeous street scene.
You make me want to be there. Your meal to take back to your room sounds delicious.
Yes I’d like that meal about now. . .