Experiencing France
My footprints are in every region of France. You don't visit France, rather you experience this European star. I have climbed the hill at Montmartre, watched the sunset on the Eiffel Tower, visited the masters at the Louvre, window-shopped les Champs-Elysse, paid silent tribute at Normandy beach and swam the warm azure waters of the Mediterranean. Recently I returned to France with the sole intention of visiting old friends, thinking I'd already experienced the best of France. We stayed in their newly acquired and renovated winter residence in the small village of Ciboure. This small village in the south of France is safely nestled into the Atlantic coastline, held captive by Spains Pyrenees Mountains. Nothing has captured my soul like the spectrum of painted shutters on whitewashed stucco, neatly tiled rooflines dotting the hillsides, and the rugged, sometimes angry, coast. There was an endless horizon of clouds kissing distant mountain peaks. The spirit du Pays basque spoke softly as I walked along the 14th century cobblestones, inviting me to stay. I left a part of my soul in Ciboure and like the endless waves lapping the shoreline, and fishing boats seeking safe harbour, someday I will return. Vive la France!
Submitted by:
Mary Lou G., Camlachie





