…yep, that’s Nice.

I turned and snapped this photo since it shows how little room there is to spare in old towns of Europe. It’s a constant amazement to me that big things can pass through small spaces…but they do. Isn’t that a wonder?

 

Water sources are interesting in foreign lands. I used to see water running freely from a pipe into a giant basin of some sort and people would come and fill containes then carry it off. And sometimes there would be something like this that where the water had to be turned on and then cut off automatically. This fountain was right outside the door of our first apartment in Antibes. Often people came and filled their water bottles or a dish for their mutt. A few folks that didn’t have a regular residence would wet a cloth and wash their faces and hands.

Running water is such a blessing that we take for granted.

 

But my post yesterday gets ahead of itself…first we flew over Germany. Here is a shot from thousands of feet above the ground. Notice the river with the flat boat. Also in the village is a very old church (near the left border of the photo) among what look to be cottages. It is a test of our perception to pick out the details below us from such a height, don’t you think?

The primary reason that I went to France was to participate in the third Transformed by Stories event of the Convocation of Episcopal Churches in Europe. I have been very pleased to serve on the Planning Committee for these programs and feel incredibly lucky that two of the three sessions were held in Nice…my former stomping grounds.

Imagine my surprise as we drove towards the other side of the port the day the program began and passed this exhibit announcement on the wall of the Old Town.

Do you think that transformation can be in the air?

I’ve actually been home for a little more than a week but as soon as I walked in the door my laptop decided to fail so it’s been in the shop. Now, though, I’ll be catching up. What a time!