I have posted this before and a fellow-traveller has just reminded me that France is where I long to be.
Many years ago a clairvoyant told me that my soul flew to another land every night while I slept. These nocturnal adventures were never fully-recalled when morning broke in Australia but as I prepared for work, I had a sense that I had met someone very special in my dreams and that he and I had made all manner of delicious future plans.
By the time I’d walked to Cremorne Point Wharf to catch the ferry to work the fantasy had evaporated but periodically during the day, fleeting images of green fields, bubbly streams, mellow stone buildings and a man’s ready laughter overlaid the cityscape with a sweet incandescence and wistful nostalgia.
The clairvoyant also said that my soul belonged to this other land but she couldn’t tell me which one it was.
I have decided it is France.
I spent July in France and was privileged to be given…
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